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The Power of Touch

By: shaqrach2



I had awoken from the dream with the biggest erection I had had in a while. Morning wood, there was nothing better. At first I chalked it up to me having to pee, but then the dream came creeping back into my consciousness. The dream read like a porno. In the dream, I had adopted the power to control people with the touch of my hand. All I had to do was touch any part of their skin, no matter how minuscule and they were instantly connected mentally with me. The weird thing about the dream was the deep, melodic voice that started and ended it. It sounded like the voice was reciting a piece of poetry.

My time on earth is nearing end, A gift to you I bequeath my friend.  The power of touch with which to control,  The huddled masses, the world whole.  Their minds are yours to twist and bend,  Under your control, the women and men.

The dream after that became more like an instructional video. Instructing me in ways I could manipulate people to bend to my wishes. All I had to do was touch their skin, and then I could imprint myself into their minds. I thought nothing of the dream, other than it being one of the most erotic dreams I had ever had. Women and men were doing as I wished. Women were sucking my cock, while men worked for me, and so on. I beat off while lying in bed, the dream fresh in my mind. After I was done, it didn't take long I was that turned on, I looked at my bedside clock. The glowing green numbers flashed seven o' four back at me.

"Fuck me," I muttered. I was going to be late for work again if I didn't hurry. 

I climbed out of bed and made my way quickly to the shower. Cum was hanging from the hair surrounding my belly button. I didn't feel ashamed per se, more disappointed in myself. I had no ambition, couldn't keep a girlfriend if my life depended on it, and just generally felt like a loser. Working full time in a convenience store at twenty seven will do that to you. No female in her right mind would even look in my direction. I got in the shower and quickly washed up. As I got out and dried myself I heard my mother from upstairs. 

"Jeff! Hurry up; you're going to be late again!" She yelled. 

Late again, I just couldn't break out of my slump.

"Yeah, yeah!" I yelled back, fully aware of how much I must look like a failure to my parents.

Ah, fuck it I thought. My turn will come. As I poured myself a cup of coffee, I thought something has to change. I can't keep living like this. Someday, just not now. I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door; the bus was going to be here in minutes. I ran the two blocks to the bus stop, but, just as I got to there the bus was pulling away. I pounded on the side but it kept going.

"Son of a bitch..." I mumbled to myself.

I pulled out my cell phone and called home. My dad answered.

"Hello?" 

"Hey dad, can I get a ride to work? I missed my bus again."

A long sigh on the other end. 

"Jesus Jeff, when are you going to grow up and take responsibility for your life?"

"Ok, dad, never mind. I'll just run."

With that I angrily snapped my cell phone shut and started the long jog to the store. I had to get out of that house. I knew my parents were extremely disappointed in me, and rightly so I guess. But still, I was constantly butting heads with them over the most trivial things. But with my convenience store income, I couldn't afford rent anywhere.

After a twenty minute run, I arrived. With minutes to spare I got the store ready for a day of business. My first customer was a douche bag. Some guy who thought he was hot shit. Fuck I hate those people. The second customer was a pleasantly plump housewife with two kids. She looked to be in her mid thirties, and weighed around two forty. She had a pretty face, and shoulder length chestnut hair. As I handed back her change, my hand brushed hers. Instantly I knew her information.

She was Faye Duncan, and lived at 612 Pike Place. She was thirty six years old, weighed two hundred and forty two pounds. Her bra size was 44 C, and she stood 5' 6". The kids' names were Raymond, and Anissa, ages six and eight respectively. Faye was taking them to school. Her husband of nine years, Rick, was a Captain with the Marines currently on deployment overseas for the next five months. She was a devoted wife, who loved her husband dearly.

How the fuck did I know that? This was scary. She was looking at me when I got up the courage to say.

"Faye?"

"Yes," she smiled, "do I know you?"

She responded with a smile, so I knew I didn't offend her. I returned the smile and just said,

"I guess I know you from somewhere." 

"Ok, we'll I have to get the kids to school now." she said pleasantly.

"Oh yes, of course. Well, bye then." I said.

"Bye." She replied softly.

"The power of touch with which to control, The huddled masses, the world whole."

The phrase from my dream washed over me like a tidal wave. I suddenly felt nauseous and excited both at the same time. I watched Faye leave with her two kids; she had a pair of jeans on that stretched tightly over her ass, accentuating each cheek. It was a nice round ass, not your typical large woman's ass.

The next customer came in five minutes later, he came up to buy cigarettes. As I gave him his change I brushed his hand with mine.

He was Lloyd Fennel, a contractor working on an office building renovation down the street. He was thirty two years old. He was married for two years to Sandra, a medical assistant at Maplewood Clinic in the city. She had smaller breasts than Faye, 36 B's, and weighed 140 lbs. They lived at 1410 MacDonald Street. That was enough. I had what I wanted. What the hell was going on? I had this crazy dream, and suddenly I'm able read people's minds? My mind was racing. I was trying to recall what else the voice told me in my dream. 

"Their minds are yours to twist and bend, Under your control, the women and men."

Control! Is that what this is about? Why was I elected to hold this power? Not that I was complaining, mind you. I needed to investigate this further. 

My manager finally showed up. She was wearing faded jeans and a light pink blouse. I could see the faint outline of her white bra underneath. Ready to test my new power, I feigned being sick. She shot me a look that could freeze fire. I hated her, she was such a bitch. I never could understand how she had a boyfriend. Sure, she was pretty enough. She was a petite brunette, with a nice ass and average breasts. I had beat off to her on numerous occasions. But she was still a bitch.

"I told you last time, Jeff, that the next time you asked I would fire your ass." She said seething.

"But I am sick. I've got the shits, and I'm sweating like a bastard." I lied easily.

"Fine, go!" She said disgusted by my visual. "But this is absolutely the last time. Next time, you're gone!"

I reached out and shook her hand "to say thanks". With just a touch, I knew she stood five feet tall, weighed one hundred and twenty pounds, and had a 32A bra size. Her address was apartment 102 - 310 Old Telegraph Road. She lived with her boyfriend Alan Leitch, a security guard at Indian Head Shopping Center.

"Pam?" I asked.

"Yes Jeff?" Her look inexplicably softened.

Here goes, I thought. I swallowed nervously and asked.

"How would you like to float me some cash? You know so I could get to the clinic?"

She just looked at me. Fuck, I thought. I pushed too far. I knew I should have taken it easy, tried this on someone like my parents first.

"Sure, how much would you need?" She asked softly.

Holy shit! This was going to work! I thought frantically, how much should I ask for?

"Umm, how much do you have?" I asked.

She opened the till.

"No, not the till Pam. How much do YOU have?"

Pam picked up her purse from beneath the counter and looked inside. She rummaged around and came out with ten dollars and fifty seven cents.

"I have about ten dollars. But you can take my bank card. The pin number is 0573, and there is a daily limit of five hundred dollars. But I think there's only three fifty in the account. " She told me sweetly as she handed over her bank card. 

I took the card and walked over to the ATM in the corner of the store. Apparently she had more money in her account and I withdrew four hundred dollars. I returned to the counter where she had resumed her managerial duties. I returned her card, and turned to leave, ecstatic with my new found power. Then I changed my mind. I turned around and walked over behind Pam. She had put her purse back under the counter and was just standing up. I was right behind her.

"Turn around Pam." I ordered.

She obeyed, "Yes Jeff?"

I stepped toward her and grabbed one of her breasts. She let out a gasp, but made no move to remove my hand. I fondled her breast for a while. She just looked up at me . "Do you like that?" I asked her.

"Yes" she whispered.

"Whenever you see me from now on, you will love me." I ordered.

"Oh, yes Jeff." She breathed heavily.

My hand moved to the front of her blouse and opened two of the middle buttons. Sliding my hand into her blouse, I slipped her bra up, freeing her breasts. Her nipples hardened under my palm. My other hand moved over her ass, beneath her jeans. She was wearing a thong. I could feel her smooth ass cheeks on either side of the small strip of cloth. I leaned forward and kissed her. My lips brushed against hers for the first time. Pam looked up at me as our lips met, her eyes getting a soft look. She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me hungrily. Pam moved her hand behind my head to pull me closer. Her lips were cool as they pressed against mine. My tongue penetrated her lips, and she repaid me the favor. Just then the door chimed, and Pam broke off our embrace. She quickly replaced her bra, and did up her two buttons. She quickly composed herself, and turned to face the business at hand. 

"Oh, and by the way Pam, I quit." I said with finality.

With that, I turned and left. Pam watched me the entire time, a longing in her eyes. I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes to noon, and I had an idea.

I headed to 612 Pike Place. When I arrived, I saw Faye's minivan in the driveway. Standing in the road I looked at the house. It was a nice place, white with blue shutters on the widows, a nice porch off the front with two chairs side by side. Opening the gate, I walked up the steps and rang the doorbell. Faye answered; she must have been doing some house cleaning. She looked a little sweaty, and disheveled.

"Yes?" She asked.

I tried something new. I was going to try using my mind. So, I implanted an order in Faye's mind.

Let me in Faye. 

Faye stood aside and motioned me in. I couldn't stand it, I needed to touch her. Here she was, mine for the taking.

You are absolutely in love with me, and you will call me by my name. You will satisfy my every need. 

Reaching out, I caressed Faye's cheek with the back of my hand; her cheek was soft and warm. Faye closed her eyes and pushed her cheek into my gentle caress. My hand moved under her chin, where I placed my thumb upon her bottom lip. My thumb gently pulled Faye's bottom lip down and let it spring back into place. Faye allowed her mouth to be opened. Leaning in. I softly kissed her lips, a trail of tender, little kisses leading up to her earlobe. Upon reaching her earlobe, I took it between my teeth and tenderly nibbled until she sighed. With my hand under her chin, I raised her beautiful face up until she was looking at me. I moved my lips closer to hers, Faye slightly opening her soft, beautiful mouth to accept my kiss. When our lips met for the second time, I heard a soft, satisfied sigh escape from her. I reached up under her shirt and held a breast. Her bra was tight against her breasts. She kissed me harder now. My other hand found its way around her back and squeezed her ass. Her lips, cool at first, were now getting wet and hot. Faye grabbed my arms and pulled me in closer, holding me tightly against her. I pulled my hand out of her shirt and held her in my arms; I could feel her breasts press against my chest. Her tongue gently entered my mouth and she lightly licked my top lip as she let herself go with the passion. Her mouth tasted heavenly, and as our lips locked, Faye was letting out muffled little moans, and grunts. As I looked down at down at Faye, I saw her eyes were closed as she became enraptured with the moment. I gently pulled away, and her eyes slowly opened. I looked Faye in the eye.

You will always be truthful with me. When I ask you a question, you will answer. No matter how embarrassing the question is. Do you understand?

"Yes Jeff. Of course."

I reached down and pulled her shirt up over her head. She raised her arms to aid in the removal of the garment. She had a light film of sweat on her cleavage and swollen belly, and was wearing a white padded bra. I reached around her back and unclasped her bra. As I pulled her bra off, her breasts gave a little bounce. I inhaled deeply, her breasts were beautifully pale. Her areolas were large, with a brown tinge to them. I almost came in my pants, as I took in her exposed breasts. How erotic was it that I had made this woman, who was totally devoted to her marriage and family, essentially give her body to me. My hands caressed her breasts. I hefted her left breast in my hand; it had a nice weight to it. My hands moved to the side of her breasts, and I gently pressed them together. Moving my hands underneath, I lifted her breasts as I leaned in the kiss them. I could smell the faint smell of soap, as my mouth closed around one of her nipples. Sucking deeply on her nipple, I could feel it harden in my mouth. While I sucked on Faye's nipple, I would pull away holding it gently in my teeth, stretching it out from the breast. My tongue traced the areola, around her erect nipple, Faye sighed contentedly. I felt her hand move to the back of my neck, as she pulled me in closer to her breasts. She didn't want me to stop. My attention eventually made its way back to her mouth. She looked up at me again, as my lips grazed hers, I grasped and unfastened the button on her jeans and undid her zipper. I could see her panties, they were pink and cotton. Reaching down her pants, I could feel her pubic hair pressing against the fabric. I reached further down, into the damp warmth of her vagina. Breathing heavily, I started rubbing her through her panties. Her hips started gyrating slightly, as her panties got wetter. This was awesome.

It was 12:55 p.m. now, and I was hungry. I stopped massaging Faye's vagina, I knew I would have all day, and night with this woman. 

"Why don't you go make us some lunch Faye?"

"Sure Jeff, what would you like?"

"Surprise me." I replied

Faye walked away clad only in her exposed breasts, and unzipped pants. I walked into the living room and saw the vacuum sitting there idly. She was cleaning when I got here. My fingers smelled of Faye's vaginal juices as I brought them up to my nose. I could hear commotion in the kitchen as Faye prepared our meal. The rest of the house needed exploring, so I set out. Down a hall, I came across a bedroom. It appeared to be a little girls' room. Anissa's. Right next door was Raymond's room. Across the hall was a bathroom with a nice shower in it. At the end of the hall, was the master bedroom. I entered it, leaving the door open behind me. There was a king size bed, two dressers, a mirror, and a chair facing the bed with Faye's pantyhose draped across the arm. I opened one of the dressers. It was Ricks. So, I went to the next one and opened the top drawer. There was Faye's underwear drawer. Rows of neatly folded panties greeted my eyes. I pulled a pair out and opened them. They were white cotton briefs. I could picture them stretched tightly across Faye's large, round ass. I got hard thinking about her in just her underwear. I opened the next drawer; there were socks and three more bras in it. I picked up a bra. It was a black one, padded like the one she was wearing now. She had no real sexy underwear. I was disappointed to see that. Then I remembered the four hundred bucks that Pam "gave" me. I had an awesome idea.

"Jeff, lunch is ready." I heard behind me.

Faye was standing in the doorway, still dressed the way I left her. I should have been embarrassed, rummaging through a woman's underwear drawer, but oddly I was not. I put the bra back, and closed the drawer. As I came up to Faye, I kissed her on the lips and caressed her breasts, and then took her hand.

When we got back to the kitchen, there were delicious looking sandwiches on the table. I motioned for Faye to take a seat beside me. She wordlessly obeyed. We ate quietly; I kept looking at her breasts.

"What time do you have to pick up your kids?" I asked.

"I have to be there for three thirty." She replied.

It was one thirty now. That gave us almost two hours. That would work. We finished up our sandwiches and Faye went to clean up the dishes. I told her not to. We had to go shopping. We made our way to the front door, where she retrieved her shirt, and bra. Once in the van Faye asked me where we were going.

"Where do you buy your clothes?" I asked her.

"Usually Wal-Mart or Target." She replied.

I could tell.

"Ok, not today. Let's go to Lane Bryant."

"Ok." She said.

As we were backing out of the driveway I noticed a neighbor taking notice of Faye with a stranger in her van. Hmm, I'll have to take care of that later. About ten minutes later we arrived at the strip mall. Faye parked her van right by the front door. Once inside, I led Faye to the intimates section. There I started picking out sexy bras, panties, and other lingerie for her. I like lace, so a lot of what I was picking out was just that. I could see Faye was getting a little uncomfortable . "What's the matter Faye?"

"I can't afford all these things you're picking out, Jeff." She said.

"You don't need to worry about that. I'm buying." I replied.

"But there's almost four hundred dollars worth of stuff here." She protested.

"And? It's not a problem." I replied coolly.

Faye leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"Thank you Jeff. I love you, and I can't wait to try these on for you." Her lips grazing my ear as she spoke.

"Neither can I Faye."

We went to the till and paid. As I was getting my change I made sure to touch the cashier's hand.

Donna McMillan, aged twenty seven. She weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, and stood five foot five. Her bra size was 32B. She lived in apartment 332, 201 King Street. She wasn't married, but she did have a long term boyfriend named Carl, who worked as a plumber for a contracting company. They lived together. I love this new power.

We left the store and went to pick up her kids from school.

"If anyone asks you Faye, I am your brother Jeff, just in from L.A."

"Ok Jeff."

We pulled up to the school with ten minutes to spare. No one really paid us any attention. Eleven minutes later, her two kids came bounding out of the school toward the van. They slowed down a bit when they saw me, but came none the less. As they got in the back seat, Faye introduced me.

"Ray, Anissa? Meet your Uncle Jeff. He's my brother from Los Angeles." Faye lied.

"Hi Uncle Jeff!" They yelled in unison.

I turned around in my seat.

"Well, it sure is nice to meet you two." I said as I stuck out my hand.

They were both polite and quickly grasped my hand to shake it. Two more people were mine, and in that instant they had known me for years. Faye pulled out into traffic and we made our way home. Once we pulled into the driveway, I saw the nosey neighbor poking her head through their curtains.

"Who's that?" I motioned with my head towards the neighbor.

"Who, oh her? Yeah' that's Marcie. She's the neighborhood gossip." Faye responded.


The Power of Touch



"Well, I think we'll have to go talk to her. Set her straight."

"Yes Jeff. We can." 

So we left the kids playing in the front yard as we made our way next door. Ten minutes later, two more people were under my control. I had imprinted upon their minds that I was her brother. They were also programmed to forget anything they saw over here. 

With that done, we made our way back to Faye's house. Once we got in I told Faye to wash the new clothes I bought for her, so she can wear them for me later. Faye immediately complied and disappeared into the laundry room. I heard the washer kick in as she emerged. Faye was programmed to carry on her normal duties as well. So she got her kids ready to do their homework, and then set about preparing supper. I went into the living room and sank into the couch. I was watching TV when Faye came in about twenty minutes later, and sat down beside me. She snuggled right in immediately, resting her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her shoulders and started fondling a breast. I was tickling her nipple, making it rock hard, and poking out of her padded bra. She rested her hand upon my thigh and rubbed for a minute. Then she slowly moved her hand up my thigh towards my crotch. I heard her let out a little gasp as she brushed her hand across seven inches of erection.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "You do like me."

"What? Of course I do Faye. I love you." I responded.

She snuggled in closer, and started rubbing my erection.

"Supper's going to be ready in five minutes babe." She said.

Then Faye freed herself from my arm and bent down to kiss my penis through my jeans. She looked up at me, a naughty smile on her face. Then she stood up and walked to the laundry room to transfer her clothes to the dryer. Her kids had finished their homework by the time supper was ready.

Faye was a good cook, and supper was delicious. All through dinner she asked her kids about school and they excitedly regaled her with their day's adventures. At times during their conversation Faye would look at me and smile mischievously. Whenever she did that, my penis almost leapt from my crotch in anticipation to what the night held in store. I've never had a mature woman before, and I've never had a chubby one either. A night of firsts to be sure.

After supper was finished, Faye cleared the dishes from the table, and did the dishes with the kids helping her. It was about six thirty by the time everything was done. Ray and Anissa begged their mom to let them play outside for a little bit before they had to go to bed.

"Ok, you can play outside for a little bit, but stay in the back yard you two." Faye ordered.

Before they went outside, I knelt down in front of them and mentally ordered them to stay outside until their mom called them in. The both stared blankly at me, but understood. Then they turned and bound outside to burn off some energy.

When the two kids were outside, Faye and I moved to the living room. Once again, she snuggled in to me and placed her head on my chest. Immediately her hand went to my crotch, where she rubbed my semi-erect penis. Almost immediately it responded. She unzipped my pants and slid her hand in. Faye rubbed my now fully engorged penis, over my underwear. Her attention still appeared to be on the TV. She fumbled with my erect penis as she pulled it free from the cloth. There she caressed it with her warm soft hand. My arm dropped down onto her side, and lifted her shirt enough to expose her bra. I pulled her bra up over her chest so that it was exposed. Her breasts were cool to the touch. Quickly I located her nipple. With my hand caressing her breast, my fingers traced around her areola. Her nipple became erect. I pinched and rolled her nipple between my fingers. The whole time we watched TV. Faye dropped her head down and took my penis in her mouth. I lay my head back; her mouth was hot and wet. She worked her lips up and down my shaft. Now I looked down and saw her breasts. They were beautiful for a woman who had two kids. They were nice and smooth, with more than a hint of the firmness they once had, and there were no stretch marks. I swallowed. This was insane. Here, I had a devoted wife and mother sucking my cock, her beautiful breast in my hand. I could not wait until tonight, when we slept together for the first time. I reached down and once again unzipped her pants. This time however, I thrust my hand down her panties. Her pubic hair played upon my fingers as they moved steadily towards their target. There it was. Her vagina, I split her wet lips and inserted my fingers. Her vagina was wet, and hot. I pushed my fingers deeper into her sex. The walls of her vagina felt warm, wet, and silky against my fingers. She started moaning, as I fingered her vagina. This encouraged her to suck my penis more vigorously. But before she or I could come, I removed my fingers. I heard her moan in protest.

"Oh, not yet Faye." I chuckled.

She removed her lips from my penis. There was a string of thick drool, still connecting her mouth to my tip. Faye wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I took my wet fingers out of her pants. They smelled good, slick with her juices. I put them to her lips and she opened her mouth to accept them and suck them clean. 

"Do you like that Faye?" I asked quietly. "Do you like how you taste?"

Faye just nodded slightly, then stood up and looked at me.

"You're such a tease." She jokingly protested.

Faye zipped up her pants, and replaced her bra. I was still sitting there with my penis exposed.

Faye left the room to retrieve her kids and get them ready for bed. I painfully stuffed my penis into my pants. I couldn't believe this, I thought excitedly. I settled back down and tried to concentrate on the TV but couldn't. I got up and went to the kitchen. I opened the fridge to help myself to some milk. As I poured myself a glass, I noticed there wasn`t really much in the fridge. I guess a Captains salary doesn't pay for much. Then, I had another idea. This idea made me feel even more powerful.

"The kids are in bed." I heard a soft voice behind me.

I turned around and there was Faye leaning against the door jamb in the black lace baby doll I had bought for her. The outfit had matching lace panties. The baby doll and panties were almost transparent, and I could see her areolas and nipples. Her chestnut hair was brushed down around her shoulders. Fuck, she looked hot!

"Come here Faye." I said.

She obeyed, and stepped forward.

"Do you dress like this for your husband?" I asked.

She just shook her head slightly, "No Jeff, only for you." She replied softly.

I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand, again pulling her bottom lip down gently with my thumb.

"You are so beautiful Faye," I whispered in her ear. "Has anyone told you that?"

Faye just shook her head.

"Not in a long time." She breathed. 

"Well, you are. I think you are fucking hot." I whispered as I moved my lips from her ear to her neck.

I felt her shiver as I kissed her neck. I started to kiss her beautiful, wet mouth. She kissed back with a ferocity I hadn't expected. Her tongue was darting into my mouth. We stood there like that for ten minutes. Our hot passionate kissing was the only sound coming from the kitchen. I moved my hand to the front of the baby doll, and untied the two ribbons holding it together. It fell away from her, her full breasts exposed. I didn't think my cock could have gotten any harder, but it was almost painful now. Her hands were all over my chest, under my shirt. She lifted my shirt up over my head; I allowed it to be removed. She started kneeling in front of me, kissing my chest and stomach on her way down. Once she was on her knees, she started undoing my pants. Faye pulled my pants and underwear down at the same time. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it bad. My cock hit her in the face as it flopped out. My hand found one of her breasts, and I squeezed and played with it. Faye`s mouth had made its way to my penis. She was running her tongue up the shaft, while playing with my balls. In a moment of passion, I grabbed a handful of Faye`s hair and pulled. She gave out a ferocious grunt. She liked having her hair pulled. Faye went to work on my penis for what seemed like an eternity. Then, when she pulled her mouth off, I thought I was going to die. She stood up and took my hand. Turning from the kitchen, she led me down the hall to the master bedroom.

Once inside I closed the door, and pushed Faye forcefully onto the bed. Falling to the bed, she looked up at me. The baby doll had fallen from her chest, and her breasts were splayed out. I looked down at her panties. I could see her pubic hair through the flimsy lace. I took both her breasts in my hand and started caressing them. Faye closed her eyes and arched her back. I could tell she hadn't been touched like this in a while. My mouth moved to her breasts, and found her beautiful, large nipples. Her big, beautiful breasts begged to be kissed, and I was more than happy to oblige. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked. Gently at first, then increasing pressure as I went. Then, kneeling down in front of her, I moved my lips down her swollen abdomen. Her belly was smooth and soft, with just a touch of stretch marks. Once I was on my knees, I placed my hands on her hips and grasped her panties. Pulling them off slowly, I watched in anticipation as her vagina was gradually exposed. I slid her panties down to her ankles, and spread her thighs. Faye complied wordlessly. Once her thighs were open for me I moved in. My mouth kissed her inner thighs. They were soft, smooth, and a little wet from her juices. I could smell her vagina. My fingers played through her pubic hair, it was damp. I played my tongue along her thigh up to her vagina. Then I took her labia into my mouth. I started softly sucking on it, my hot breath upon her vagina. She let out a gasp. I don't think anyone has ever gone down on her before. 

"Has anyone ever done this to you?"

"No." Faye breathed heavily.

"What a shame. You're delicious."

"Do you want me to continue?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Oh, yes." 

"Then beg for it." I teased.

"Please. Please keep going." Faye was breathless and desperate.

I went back down. Her vagina was glistening with her juices. Once again, I took her labia in my mouth, sucking gently. I felt her coarse pubic hair on my face. Then my tongue split Faye's labia, and I penetrated her vagina and found her clit. Faye let out a gasp, she was in ecstasy. My tongue kept licking around her clitoris I could feel her juices coat around my mouth. She was moaning and whimpering.

"Don't stop. Please Jeff, don't stop!" She begged.

I kept up my pace. Her hips were gyrating into my face, trying to get me deeper. My tongue started to hurt, I felt like I sprained it. Then, when I had decided that she had enough, I pulled myself out.

Faye was lying on her back, her chest heaving. I watched her breasts move up and down with each breath. I kissed her passionately on the lips, my face still wet with her juices. Lying there exposed, vulnerable, she made me even harder, if that were possible. To think that I was seeing only what her husband saw.

Get on top of me. Ride me Faye. I ordered with my mind.

Faye rolled from beside me, and straddled my hips. Without any hesitation, she guided my penis into her vagina. Leaning forward, she started riding my cock. Her breasts moving in a pendulous motion, I could feel their softness grazing my chest, her nipples just touching my skin. Faye had her hands on my chest as she impaled her vagina on my penis. Her movements became quicker, and she moved her hips in an upward thrust motion. My penis was invading deeply into her. Her breasts were moving from my chest to my face, and I could feel their smoothness on my cheeks. Faye pushed herself up to so she was almost perpendicular to me. I saw her legs folded beside her, working her hips in an up and down motion now. I was flat on my back and looking up at her breasts; I grasped her nipples in my fingers and pinched them. Faye took in a quick breath of air. Her vagina let go a surge, and her wetness coated my scrotum. I felt her silky vaginal walls contracting around my penis. Then she came, her orgasm a powerful one, it left her shaking and whimpering. She climbed off me, and lay on her back breathing hard. I rolled over and mounted her. Her legs spread to accommodate me. I thrust my penis in her wet slit, and she started moaning again. We maintained a sweet rhythm together for a few minutes, my penis looking like a well oiled piston, until we came together. I didn't want to but I came inside her, so I gave a few more thrusts, and lost energy. Spent, I collapsed on top of her. Weakly I pushed myself up and looked down at her, and kissed her sweat soaked forehead. I looked at the clock, just shy of an hour, not bad.

"Thank you Jeff. That was amazing."

"Better than your husband?" I asked.

"Rick was never that good." She replied. "No man has ever done to me what you just did."

With that, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Her breasts resting on my arm. We slept heavily after that exertion. 

In the morning, I watched Faye's naked body get out of bed. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the morning sunlight. Once she was out, she leaned over and kissed me. Her breasts swaying as she moved towards me. Then she went into the bathroom to get cleaned up to take her kids to school her breasts jiggling as she went.

Faye got Ray and Anissa ready and took them to school, while I languished in her and Rick's bed. When she came home, I was in the kitchen having a cup of coffee. I felt a little guilty taking advantage of a soldier's wife while he was away, it did bother me. But, when I saw Faye nude, I lost all inhibition. This may be why I did what I did next.

"Faye, is money tight for you guys?" I asked.

"Yes, always."

"Well, I may be able to help. If I can get your mortgage taken care of will that help you?"

"Oh definitely!" She exclaimed.

"Ok, I'll do my best. But, this doesn't come free."

"What'll it cost for you to do this?" Faye asked playfully suspicious.

"You, I'll own you." I replied evenly.

"Own me?" Faye asked.

"Yes, own you. You, your body. It'll all be mine. You'll still be married to Rick, and you will still carry on as normal married folk. But when I want you, you will come to me."

"Mmm, sounds like fun. But, I don't think Rick will go for this." Faye said.

"Rick? Don't you worry about Rick," I said, "I'll take care of him."

Faye came over and kissed me.

"Thank you master." She purred.

"Master?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, if you own my body, then I guess you are my master. Right?"

I had never thought of it that way. I liked the way this was going.

"Well, if I am to be your 'master', then I think you should give me a key to the house. So I can come and go as I please."

Faye smiled. "Of course, master."

Faye went to a drawer, and found a spare key. As she handed it to me, she gave me a light kiss.

"I promise, master, I will be good to you." She whispered in my ear.

"Oh, I know you will be Faye. I know you will be."

I had a busy day ahead of me. I showered and got ready. I was off to put my plan into motion. Faye was going to belong to me. I mean, she already did. She had become my "property" when I first grazed her hand. But this would make it more real for her.



The Power of Touch Ch. 02



Upon realizing Faye's situation, I did feel bad. I felt guilty sleeping with a woman, whose husband was serving in the military overseas. Seeing what was in her fridge, made me want to help. So I was going to use my new found powers for good (this time). Faye was still mine, I just wanted to make things right, for my own conscience.

I wanted Faye again before I left. So, I guided her to the master bedroom. There, I stripped Faye of her clothes, starting with the sweatshirt she was wearing, next went her jeans. Her jeans were tight against her hips and thighs, and accentuated her curves very nicely. I peeled her jeans off, and worked them down her legs. She was standing there in a white lace bra and matching thong panties, I could see her areolas and pubic hair through the flimsy lace. She was a specimen of beauty, standing there awaiting further orders. I had her stand there for a minute as I took it all in, my eyes roving over every curve of her body.

"Take off your bra Faye." I ordered calmly.

"Yes master." She complied. 

Her breasts gave a little bounce as they were freed from their cups. I moved towards her and cupped her left breast in my hand. I could feel its weight as I hefted it.

"You really do have beautiful tits Faye." I said, caressing her breast.

"Thank you, master." Faye replied with a pleased smile.

"Who's seen these beautiful breasts?" I asked.

"Just you, Rick, and two boys from when I was in high school." She replied truthfully.

So I was a member of a select few. 

"Now take off your panties, and kneel in the chair facing the wall." I ordered softly.

Faye obeyed.

When she was kneeling in the chair, she looked back at me. I came in behind her large round ass and inserted two fingers into her waiting vagina. I moved my fingers inside vagina, while my thumb played with her labia. As her vagina got wetter, I started masturbating her faster. Moving my fingers in and out of her, her vagina started making wet sucking noises. The scent of Faye's arousal reached my nose. I removed my fingers from her wet orifice and smelled them. Fuck I love the smell of pussy, especially Faye's musky scent. 

The mere sight of her on her knees, her vagina glistening, ready for me to penetrate, was almost too much. I looked appreciatively at her nice round ass. I placed my hands on her soft hips. My hands caressed both of her smooth, round ass cheeks, as I took in the sight of the crack of her ass and vagina. I played with Faye's smooth taint, and she giggled and moved her hips to get me to stop. The fact that I was seeing only what her husband see's, touching only what is reserved for her husband, was too much for me. I invaded her from behind, and as I penetrated her vagina, she gave out an appreciative moan. My penis looked like a well oiled piston, slick with her juices as I entered her repeatedly. Damn, this woman got wet. That made me harder. I entered her more forcefully now. Every forceful thrust making her ass cheeks ripple. The sounds of skin slapping skin, and Faye's wet vagina, permeated the air. Faye was getting louder now.

"Oh fuck! Jeff, don't stop!" She begged.

She threw her head back, her breasts moving wildly now. I grabbed one of Faye's breasts and squeezed a little too hard. Faye let out a pained gasp, so I released her breast. Now I gently cupped her beautiful breast, and felt it move in my hand with each thrust. Faye was moving her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. A surge of wetness escaped her vagina, and I felt a twinge of contraction as she shuddered. I knew she had just had a good orgasm. Her wetness now mixed with my pubic hair. Faye dropped her head, and pushed her hips deep into mine, so that my penis was fully inside of her, her ass pressed against my abdomen. Faye held that position for a while, breathing heavily. The feel of her moist vaginal heat on my penis was exquisite. I had yet to come, so I made Faye sit in front of me. 

Faye, you worship my penis and you crave my cum. I want you to swallow it. Do you understand?

She sat between my legs, and stroked my penis softly with her finger tips. Faye's soft brown eyes looked up at me affectionately as her finger tips slowly caressed my shaft. 

"Yes master." She purred.

Faye took my penis and moved its head around her smooth areola. She closed her eyes and moaned as my penis stimulated her hardening nipple. Faye leaned forward, lifted my penis, and licked the shaft. Her warm, wet tongue worked its way from my scrotum to the tip.

"Do you like the way you taste?" I asked her quietly.

"Yes." She whispered.

Then Faye started on my balls. Her tongue tickled my 

scrotum, and then moved up the shaft again. Her mouth moved back down to my balls, I could feel her hot breath on them. She took my left testicle in her mouth. I inhaled with nervous anticipation, and I could feel her lips curve into a smile around my nut. She started to softly suck on it. I felt Faye's hand move up to fondle her breast as she ever so gently played with my testicle. I could feel her tongue playfully lapping at my scrotum. Faye pulled back a little, and I heard a pop as my testicle left her mouth. Faye giggled at the sound and took the other testicle in her mouth.

"We wouldn't want this one to feel left out." She pouted.

Again Faye softly sucked and licked my testicle, stimulating it with her tongue. I looked down at her, her eyes were closed, and she was thoroughly enjoying the moment. I ran my fingers through her hair, and brushed her hair behind her ear. Faye opened her eyes and looked up at me, and her attention moved to my penis. I felt her lips wrap around my shaft as Faye took me in her mouth. Her tongue played upon the underside of my shaft as she sucked my cock. Soft little moans escaped her as she slowly and methodically sucked and licked. I could stand it no more. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into my pelvis as I exploded in her mouth. Most of my cum, mixed with her saliva, dribbled out of the sides of her mouth, and fell onto her exposed breasts, but she swallowed what was left. I let Faye continue licking my semi-erect penis. Then when she figured she had it clean she stopped. My cum had started to ooze down into her ample cleavage, some was even dripping off of one of her erect nipples. Faye rubbed my cum over her breasts, until they were slick and shiny. I cupped my hand under Faye's chin and gently lifted her head until her eyes met mine. 

"Why did you rub my cum all over your breasts?" I asked.

Faye looked a little surprised and hurt.

"Didn't you like that master?" She asked, concerned.

"Oh no, quite the contrary. I loved it." I said appreciatively.

Faye smiled, relieved that she hadn't displeased her new master.

"I've got plans for you," I said gently, "good plans."

"Yes master." She smiled.

"You're quite the obedient woman." I observed.

"I wonder though, are you this obedient for your husband?" I asked.

"Do you do whatever he asks?" I prodded.

"No master, not everything." Faye replied.

"Hmm, interesting." I said.

"And what does he ask you do, that you won't?" I prodded deeper.

"Well, he wanted to cum in my mouth the last time he was home." She recalled.

"You let me cum in your mouth Faye," I said teasingly, "why is that?"

"Because master, you own me and my body belongs to you. I will do whatever you want of me." She replied.

"Good answer." I said approvingly.

"Now, come on Faye, get dressed. I've got to go to the mall." I ordered.

I watched appreciatively as Faye got up, and bent over to retrieve all her clothes. Her breasts swayed as she moved, they were a beautiful sight. The area around her vagina was still glistening from her juices. Curiosity over came me.

"Tell me Faye, do you masturbate?"

"Yes master." She answered truthfully.

"What do you use?" I asked.

"I, um, use my fingers." Came the honest reply.

I nodded silently, digesting this information. That would explain the tightness of her vagina the first time I fucked her. I'll have to remember that for later.

"May I shower and clean up for you, master?" She asked.

"No, we don't have time Faye. Oh, and Faye, leave your bra off." 

"Yes, master." She obeyed.

About twenty minutes later we loaded ourselves into Faye's van.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

There was a high end mall on the other side of the city, Massic Shopping Centre, I wanted to hit there first.

"Let's go to Massic." I told her.

"Ooh, high end stuff." She joked.

It took us about forty five minutes to get there. As we made our way there, I kept looking at Faye's breasts. They jostled whenever we hit a pothole or crack in the road. I sighed contentedly; I couldn't believe they belonged to me now. Faye dropped me off at an entrance. Before I got out of the van, I leaned over and kissed Faye, copping a feel of her luxurious breasts as I did.

"Faye, set up an appointment with the bank on your behalf for me. I will call you for the details."

"Yes master." She obeyed.

Caressing my cheek Faye said, "I love you Jeff. Thank you."

Her profession of her love to me sent a jolt rippling through my crotch. This power was real; she was totally and completely under my control.

I dismissed Faye for the day, and walked in at about ten thirty. The mall was busy for a Thursday morning.

Seeing as this was a high end mall, I was assuming that the people frequenting here were well to do types. I made my way to the banking area, where I targeted my first mark. She was walking out of the customer service area, as I approached.

"Hi there," I said, hand extended. 

Smiling, she shook my hand.

Muriel Bancroft, aged sixty seven. She lived at 908 Old Summit Road, a very well to do area. Her husband, Brian, worked as a broker for Wealth Management Investment Brokers. 

Muriel, go to the ATM and withdrawal your maximum daily limit. Then bring it to me. You will have no memory of giving me money.

Then I remembered Faye calling me master, and how much I liked it.

And you will refer to me as master. Do you understand?

"Yes, master." She responded.

Muriel walked toward the ATM's. A gentleman was walking by as I touched his hand. 

Dr. Neil Larmon, a fifty two year old pediatrician, with a successful practice. He lived at 1062 Kings Drive. His wife Darla, aged fifty, stayed at home as a housewife. They had no kids. 

I transmitted the exact same orders to him as I did to Muriel. Off he went to the ATM's. Next, a very well dressed woman passed by as I touched her hand. 

Sofia Ruley, age fifty four. She was divorced, but had a boyfriend. Lance Redman, aged forty nine. Sofia was Vice President of Marketing for an international company, Ritunne International. Once again, I transmitted my orders.

I figured just the three should do for now. I walked a short distance away and waited. 

After about five minutes, Muriel returned with my cash. 

"Master, here is your money."

"Thank you, you may leave now." I ordered.

"Yes master, thank you very much master." With that she retreated into the crowd.

Twelve hundred dollars, not a bad haul. Next the good doctor returned with my money. 

"Here you go, master." He said, as he handed over the wad.

Fifteen hundred, nice.

"Thank you." I released him.

Sofia arrived two minutes after him, and handed over her withdrawal.

"Master, here is one thousand, five hundred." She said as she forked it over.

Another fifteen hundred.

Wow. Forty two hundred dollars for ten minutes work, if you can call it that. I decided to keep going, if I kept this up for a little longer, I wouldn't have to worry about money for a while. An extremely well dressed young woman, maybe in her early twenties walked by with two of her girlfriends. I reached out to touch her hand but only got her sleeve. It was enough for her to notice though. She turned around and looked at me.

"Watch where you're going loser!" She said all snobby. 

"I'm sorry," I said. Then I moved closer.

"Whatever." She said. Then moved off with her two friends. 

They looked back and giggled.

What a spoiled, little rich bitch I thought to myself. So I let her go, and followed. I stalked them much like a predator stalks its prey for fifteen minutes. Then I had enough and went to pass her, and as I did I brushed her hand with mine.

Shannon Sones, living at 213 Blue Pine Bay. She was nineteen, weighed a hundred and twenty pounds. She stood 5'4", and her bra size was 34B. She has a boyfriend, Erik Neibuhr, age twenty.

Stop walking, and look at me Shannon. You will suddenly recognize me, and introduce me to your two friends.

She stopped in her tracks, and turned to look at me.

"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" She apologized profusely.

Put your arm around my waist Shannon.

Her two friends were confused.

"Becky, Mallory. This is Jeff! I'm sorry I didn't recognize you!" She practically gushed. She walked over and put her slender arm around me, and led me to her two friends.

"Hi, I'm Jeff. Pleased to meet you two." 

"Hi Jeff, " they said in unison.

I shook the first ones hand. Becky Chadburn, living at 57 Cotton Blossom Trail. Age eighteen, weighed a hundred and fifteen pounds. She stood 5' 1", and her bra size was 32 B. She has a boyfriend named Cody Deblois, age eighteen.

Then I shook the last ones hand. Mallory Gaertner, living at 66 Cotton Blossom Trail. Age eighteen, weighed a hundred and thirty pounds. She stood 5"9" and had a bra size of 34 pC. She has a boyfriend Allan Ownbey, age nineteen.

I was going to try something different. I was going to order all three of these girls at once.

You will go to the ATM and withdrawal your maximum daily limit. Then bring it to me. You will have no memory of giving me money. You will refer to me as master. Do you understand?

Three little "yes masters" followed. I couldn't help myself, so I issued the following order as well.

Good, the one with the most money will be allowed to suck my cock. Whenever I find it convenient, of course, and all three of you will have the insatiable urge to satisfy me. 

I watched as they walked off to the ATM's to do my bidding. All giggling, looking back at me. Five minutes later they all returned.

"Ok, who's first? Shannon, how much money did you bring me?"

"Seven hundred and fifty." The brunette answered.

"Becky?" 

"Seven Hundred." The short blonde said.

"Mallory?" 

"Six hundred and fifty." The brunette replied.

"You guys can go now." I ordered, "Don't worry though, I'll be in touch."

They all giggled and ran away, turning around to give little waves. I had such a hard on right now. But, I was a man on a mission. I strolled through the mall, looking for a tailor shop.

I found a store that sold suits and stepped in. I picked out three suits all about seven hundred dollars apiece. The tailor told me that they would be ready tomorrow. I told him that this will not do, and I need them within two hours. He protested, so I "gave in" and shook his hand. Two hours later I had my suits. I spent four hundred dollars on a pair of good dress shoes, and fifty dollars on a haircut. I went back to the suit shop, and asked the agent if I could use his dressing room. Of course, it was not a problem. I got dressed in one of my new suits. I walked out of the store a new man. Not bad, I thought. I look good, and I still have three thousand, seven hundred and fifty dollars left. I went to a jewellery store in the mall, and bought an eight hundred dollar watch.

With just shy of three thousand left, I hailed a cab and had one more stop before I headed home. I instructed the cab driver to take me to "Discreet Affairs" an adult shop that specialized in sex toys, movies, and books. I wanted to get Faye a little something special. When we pulled into the parking lot, I instructed the cab to wait for me, and went in. I had no idea about sex toys, so I thought I would ask. The sales lady was extremely helpful, and I picked up a silver, slim vibrator. The sales lady talked me into something I have never heard of before. It was kind of an egg thing; at least it was shaped like a small egg that was inserted into the vagina. It was like a vibrator but better. This was remote control. How could I not buy something like this? I could not wait to try it on my Faye, and I almost blew my load thinking about it. Thinking of Shannon and her girlfriends, I decided to buy four of the egg vibrators. I paid for my merchandise and got back in the cab. It was about four o'clock when I walked in the door, and my mom was home. 

"Jeff?" She looked perplexed.

"Where did you get those suits?" She asked suspiciously.

I took her hand, and thought.

Don't worry about it. All you know, and care about is that I have a well paying job, and you are extremely proud of me. Do you understand?

And that was that. There were no more questions from my mom on that issue.

"Where were you last night, sweetie?" She asked.

"I spent the night at a woman's house." I responded.

"Oh, ok. Your dad and I were just worried. That's all." She said.

"So who is this woman?" She asked happily.

She was brewing a pot of coffee, and setting out two cups.

"Faye... look it's not important right now," I replied testily, "are you expecting company, mom?"

"Yes! Allyson is coming over for a quick cup of coffee." She replied. 

"You remember Allyson and Hugh Dulac don't you?" 

Of course I remember her. I always liked her. She was pretty, a little over weight, but still pretty. She had rusty, red hair. I am not ashamed to admit that I have beat off to her on numerous occasions. I had her in so many different positions it wasn't even funny. 

A few minutes later the door bell rang. I heard the front door creak open, followed by a "hello?"

I went to the front door. There was Mrs. Dulac. She was wearing a grey sweater that accentuated her large breasts, a knee length black skirt, black pantyhose, and calf high leather boots. She was bent over taking off her boots, making her large breasts sway a little. When she stood up, I shook her hand.

She was forty seven years old, weighed two hundred and two pounds, and stood 5'9". She had an impressive 40D bra size. She and her husband of twenty two years, Hugh, had never had kids. Hugh worked at a local hardware store.

"Hello, Mrs. Dulac. How are you?" I asked pleasantly.

"Oh, hi Jeff! Wow, you're looking good in that suit." She said appreciatively.

"Thank you Mrs. Dulac. And you look as absolutely beautiful as ever." She blushed at the compliment.

"Well, thank you Jeff." She said quietly.

You want me, you always have wanted me. You will let me do whatever I want to you. Understand?

"Please, Jeff. It's Allyson." She said coyly.

"Allyson?" My mom called from the kitchen.

"Coming Eve. See you later, Jeff" she winked seductively.

Mom, you will let me touch Allyson in any way I deem appropriate. You will not think anything of it.

I went down to my room. I hung up my two other suits. Then changed into something more comfortable. I went back upstairs and watched TV for a bit. I fell asleep in front of the TV, and woke up when my dad came home. I got up and brushed his hand with mine.

You will not question anything I do, and we will treat each other as adults. All you know is that I have an extremely well paying job, and you are extremely proud of me. Do you understand?

"Hey son, how was your day?" He asked happily. 

"We missed you last night. With a girl eh?" he chuckled at his own joke.

"Actually, yeah dad, I was."

"Well, good for you. Look, I gotta go get changed, bud. See ya in a few." He replied.

Wow. What a change from yesterday.

I walked groggily into the kitchen. Allyson was still seated at the table talking to mom. Before I got my coffee, I walked behind Allyson's chair and started massaging her soft shoulders. I could feel her bra strap beneath her sweater.




The Power of Touch Ch. 02



"Mmm, that feels good Jeff." She purred, as she put her hand on mine.

I massaged a little deeper, and could see her breasts move with each of my deep kneads. I had an erection, and I pressed it into the back of her seat. I stopped massaging her shoulders, and sat beside Allyson. 

"Allyson," I ordered, "get me a cup of coffee, will you? Just milk."

Allyson stood up and obediently went to fetch my order. When she had my coffee, she returned to her seat beside mine.

My chair scraped against the floor as I moved in closer to Allyson. I placed my hand on her knee, and rubbed it for a while. Inching up her leg, I pushed up her skirt as I went. The two women kept talking as I worked. I had my hand on the inside of her thigh, when I came across a nice surprise. Her pantyhose were thigh high stockings with a lace edge around the top. My fingers played with the top of her stockings, running my finger underneath the lace across the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her skirt was getting pretty tight and harder to move up her legs. I did, however, manage to get my fingers just to tip of her crotch. I could feel the heat from her vagina, and with a little effort, I could feel her panties. They weren't cotton, more silky judging by the smoothness of them. They were tight against her vagina and, from my caressing of her thigh, a little damp. Allyson was getting turned on. 

Mom, invite Hugh and Allyson to supper. Allyson, you will accept the invitation.

"Allyson, would you and Hugh like to come for dinner?"

"Thanks Eve, we would love to. Let me just call Hugh and let him know."

Allyson went to the front hall to retrieve her purse and get her cell phone. I followed her. I watched her bend over to pick her purse up from the floor. Another nice round ass, not as nice as Faye's though. As she bent over I placed my hand on her left butt cheek and rubbed, my fingers tracing the line of the crack of her ass through her skirt.

Hike up your skirt and go and sit on the couch Allyson. 

Allyson walked into the living room and before sitting down raised her skirt up to her hips. She was wearing black high cut briefs. They looked hot in conjunction with her thigh high stockings. I sat down beside her. As she called her husband, to relay the invite, I rubbed the crotch of her panties with the palm of my hand. The fabric was smooth to the touch, kind of silky, but not satin. Fuck, her vagina was just giving off heat. As she talked to her husband, I kept rubbing. Her panties were getting more and more damp. She put her hand on top of mine, and guided it along the crotch of her panties, smiling at me as she pushed my hand against her vagina. 

"Yes, I love you too honey. See you in a bit." Allyson hung up her cell phone.

"You know Allyson; I have had a crush on you since I was, oh, thirteen?" I asked her.

"You did?" She asked.

"Yup. I have even touched myself while thinking of you on numerous occasions." I stated.

"You have?" Her voice getting softer.

"Oh, yes. I have had many a fantasy involving you and I."

"And, um, what did you have me doing in these fantasies?" She asked tenderly.

"Well I could tell you, but uhh, I would rather show you." I whispered into her ear. 

Allyson giggled like a school girl as I took her hand, and helped her to her feet. She fixed and smoothed down her skirt, and then I guided her towards the door to the basement, to my bedroom. She allowed herself to be led downstairs. Once we were in my room, I closed and locked the door. Allyson sat on the edge of my bed. I stood in front of her. Reaching down, I picked up her hand. She just watched as I placed it on my crotch. She looked up at me and smiled. Then she traced out the shape and size of my erect penis. 

"Mmm." She said appreciatively.

"I never realized you were so big, Jeff." She whispered softly.

I've never considered my cock huge, maybe a little above average, but never huge.

She traced the shape with her fingertip. Staring at it, she bit her bottom lip. 

"Do you mind if I see it?" She asked.

"Not at all." I responded.

Allyson started undoing my belt, and unzipping my pants. She spread my pants open and moved them half way down my thighs. Then she gingerly extricated my penis from my underwear. Allyson held my penis in her hand, and slowly started stroking.

"You see what you do to me?" I asked.

Allyson smiled.

"You know, I really shouldn't," she said, "I am a married woman."

"I know, and I don't care about Hugh, Allyson. You're married to me now."

She didn't stop stroking. She just stared at it, watching her hand move up and down my shaft.

Confess your love for me Allyson I ordered mentally.

"You know Jeff; I have a confession to make," she sighed, "I've wanted you too. For a long time now." 

"I love you Jeff." She whispered affectionately.

"I know, Allyson."

She kissed the tip of my penis, looking up at me with a smile. Then she took me in her mouth. Her warm, moist lips felt like heaven. She moved her head slowly on my penis, as she worked. Then she took her mouth off of me.

"Is this what you had me doing in your fantasies?" She giggled.

"Yes," I breathed, "one of the things." I reached down and pulled her sweater off. She was wearing a black lace bra; and a necklace that snaked across her cleavage. I put my hand on the back of her head, and guided it toward my cock again. She obediently started sucking my cock again. She was good. I closed my eyes; I was moving my hips to get my cock deeper into her mouth. She obeyed, and let my penis invade further into her mouth. She gagged as my penis touched the back of her throat. 

I pulled her bra up reveal her breasts. Her large, heavy breasts flopped out. Her areolas were lighter than Faye's, almost a light brownish pink. I played with them while she sucked. Allyson was working up a great deal of saliva now, and some spilled out of her mouth. The saliva dripped down in a thick line of drool, and fell on her magnificent chest. I started rubbing her warm saliva over her breasts until they were slick and shiny from the liquid. Allyson slowly and methodically sucked my penis. She wanted to please me, and she was doing a good job of it. I could feel an orgasm coming on, and I had to make a decision, in her mouth, or on her face? I pulled Allyson's head off my penis as cum exploded from me. My cum blasted her face, and she just let it hit her. I watched as a line of cum dripped off her cheek and land on her breasts.

Clean your face up, Allyson.

I watched as she took her fingers to wipe the cum off her face. When she had most of it, she sucked her fingers clean. I gave her sweater back to her, and she used it to wipe the remainder of the cum off. When she was clean, I helped her to her feet. She complied easily. I kissed her wet lips long and hard. It seemed like an eternity that we were locked in passion. I disengaged from her lips and got on my knees. I pulled her panties to the side and kissed her vagina. I could feel her pubic hair pressing gently against my face through the silky fabric of her panties. She inhaled deeply. 

"Has Hugh ever done this to you?" I asked quietly.

"No, never." 

I pushed her down onto the bed, she laid back and her hand moved to the back of my head. I pulled her panties completely off now. Her coarse pubic hair gave off an enticing aroma. I moved in closer, my tongue pushing past her labia and deeper into her vagina. Her pubic hair encircled my nose. She tasted a little salty, but her vagina was still ambrosial. I was stimulating her clitoris for a few minutes when we heard the doorbell. I kept going.

"Oh shit," she breathed, "my husband's here." 

I kept going. My tongue thrust deeper into her vaginal cavity, teasing her clitoris. I worked my tongue now with a fevered pitch, her vagina getting saturated with her juices. Then Allyson held her breath, and arched her back. She let out a little muffled scream of ecstasy. I pulled my wet face away from Allyson's stimulated crotch. I wiped my face on Allyson's stocking covered thighs. 

"That was good," She said between breaths, "thank you Jeff."

I got up and leaned over to kiss Allyson gently on the lips.

"You're welcome." I said. 

Then she sat up to get dressed. 

"No," I ordered, "not yet."

I had an idea. I went to my bag of recent purchases, and pulled out one of the eggs I bought.

"I really wanted to try these on another woman; that had I made mine earlier. But you will do."

Allyson just sat there, on the edge of my bed. I knelt down and spread her thighs apart. Before I inserted it, I turned it on and tested the remote. It vibrated on command. Sweet. I pushed the egg gently into her vagina.

"What is that Jeff?" 

"This is a vibrator Allyson."

I turned it on and she started to moan with pleasure. 

You will control yourself when I have the egg turned on. Do you understand?

She started to calm down a bit, but her breathing was still a little erratic. This was going to be a fun supper. Her thighs kept opening and closing as she was trying to control the pleasure between her legs. She was having a hard time controlling herself; her breasts were moving from side to side in a gentle motion as she moved with the sensation. I turned the egg off, and let her rest. 

"Get dressed, and go see your husband." I ordered.

"Yes, Jeff." she complied. 

"We will continue this later." I said as she was putting her bra back on. 

I watched as my cum spread on the lace of her bra as it pressed between her skin and the fabric. When she was dressed she went into my bathroom to check her face and wash up. Satisfied, she kissed me and went upstairs to greet her husband.

You will forget this happened, and act as normal. You will still control yourself with the egg.

The table was already set by the time I sat down. Allyson and Hugh walked in and sat down opposite me. 

"Hey Jeff, how's it going?" Hugh asked.

I stood up, and shook Hugh's hand.

"Not bad Mr. Dulac," I said, "and you?"

"Oh, business is good at the store, so I can't complain."

"That's nice." I said cordially. Always the store with this guy.

Hugh had never been one of my favorite people. He seemed like a phony, boisterous, and pompous ass. He was loud, and loved the sound of his own voice.

Dinner was served, and as we ate the conversation drifted from one topic to another. The conversation was dominated largely by Hugh. I fingered the remote control that was in my lap. I watched Allyson's face, as I activated the remote on the lowest setting. A look on confusion swept across her face. It quickly passed and she maintained her composure quite nicely. I turned the vibrator off. Five minutes later I turned the vibrator on at a higher setting. She gave a little jump when it started. 

"Are you ok, honey?" Hugh asked.

"Hmm? Oh yes, yes I'm fine." Allyson blushed.

She gave a slight shift in her chair, and looked embarrassed. I kept it on this time, turning up the intensity. Allyson was having a hard time maintaining her composure, but was keeping it together. 

My parents were oblivious to what was going on. They were locked in their own deep conversation. 

Allyson, I am your master. I am in control of you now. I own you. Your breasts, your lips, your vagina, they all belong to me.

"Honey? Are you sure you are alright?" Hugh asked more concerned now.

"Y... yes, I'm ok," she said breathlessly. 

I turned up the intensity. Allyson let out a little moan, followed by a whimper. Allyson's hands grasped the tables edge as she closed her eyes. 

"It's ok Hugh," I said, "I am in control of your beautiful wife right now."

"I beg your pardon?" Hugh asked me.

Tell him Allyson.

"Hugh, Jeff is my new master now." Allyson said between breaths.

I turned the vibrator off. A look of relief swept across Allyson's face. She gave me a look of thanks.

"What is this about?" Hugh asked. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"No, Hugh. I'm sorry, it's no joke. Your wife has given her body to me. I own her now." I explained patiently.

"This is ridiculous." Hugh was agitated. No man likes hearing that their woman has been with another man.

"Is it?" I asked. "Come to me Allyson."

Allyson stood up from her chair and walked around the table to me. 

Kiss me Allyson. I ordered mentally.

Allyson bent down and kissed me on the lips. We shared a hot passionate kiss for about twenty seconds, before Hugh got irate.

Relax Hugh, I ordered. You will allow this to happen. You won't like it, but you will allow it.

Mom, Dad, you will carry on as if nothing is going on. Just continue your conversation, I dismissed.

I saw the redness leave Hugh's face as he relaxed. I motioned for Allyson to sit on my lap. She complied. With Allyson's soft rump on my lap I lifted her sweater over her chest and cupped one of her substantial breasts. All the while looking at Hugh, who was just watching me fondle his wife's tits.

"You know Hugh. Your wife really does have beautiful tits." I said as I fondled her breast. 

Again, I lifted her bra up over her abundant chest. I lifted one of her breasts to my mouth and took her nipple in my mouth. Allyson closed her eyes and placed her hand behind my head to gently guide it into her breasts. While I sucked on her nipple, I continued watching Hugh. A pained expression crossed his face. When I released her nipple from my lips, it was fully erect. 

"When was the last time you told her this?" I asked, still stroking her breast.

"It's been a while." Hugh replied truthfully.

"How often do you have sex with her Hugh?" I asked mildly.

"Once, maybe twice a month." He replied cautiously.

"Twice a month!" I exclaimed feigning incredulity, "here, you have this, this fuck beast, and you tell me you only fuck her once or twice a month?"

"And, Allyson is this ok with you?" I asked my new property.

"No, I would like to make love more often." She confessed to myself and her husband.

Hugh, you have a very beautiful wife. Although she belongs to me now, I will allow her to live with you. You will make love to this woman whenever she asks. However, whenever I require her "services" she will come to me. Is this understood?

A nod from Hugh.

I pulled Allyson's bra over her breasts, and lowered her sweater. I motioned for her to resume her seat by her husband. Allyson obeyed wordlessly. As she stood up I smacked her ass. Allyson gave a little yelp. The rest of the meal went on uneventfully. 

At the end of the meal, the men retired to the living room while the women cleaned up. When they were finished, they joined us in the living room. I allowed Allyson and Hugh to sit together for the remainder of the visit. She was still Hugh's wife after all. She just belonged to me now. 

Spread you legs Allyson; I want to see your slit.

Across from me Allyson, in mid conversation, spread her legs so I could see her vagina. I could see the thin strap from the egg still protruding from Allyson's labia. The conversation was lively, and the evening went a little later than it should have. At the end of the night Hugh and Allyson stood up to leave.

Allyson, you are not going anywhere. You are sleeping with me tonight. You will carry on normally in the morning, but I will still be your master. You will come to me whenever I call for you.

Allyson kissed her husband.

"I'm staying, my master wants me to say the night." She said to Hugh.

"But..." Hugh protested weakly.

"But, you are my wife." Hugh said gaining confidence.

Yes Hugh. She is your wife. However, I am her master and I own her now, and she will come home to you when I am finished with her. Do you understand?

"Yes, I understand," Hugh replied defeated, "I love you Allyson."

Hugh gave Allyson a quick kiss on the lips and Allyson took her position up beside me. Allyson wrapped her arm aound my waist and smiled at Hugh. Hugh left without his wife. I led Allyson back downstairs to my room. Allyson just stood there waiting for me to tell her what to do. 

Get undressed Allyson, leave your stockings on.

I got hard as I watched this woman who I had fantasized about pulled off her sweater, then reach around her back and unzip her skirt. Allyson tugged her skirt down, and let if fall to the floor. She reached around and unclasped her bra next. I admired her large breasts as they hung and swayed. When Allyson had stripped down to just her stockings she stood there in all her naked glory. My erection pressed against my pants, and Allyson looked at the bulge covetously.

Undress your master Allyson.

Allyson stepped forward, and pulled my shirt up over my head. Her warm hands rested on my chest. Allyson moved her hands down to my pants, and undid the belt and zipper. She got on her knees as she pulled my jeans off. Her hand moved back up to the bulge in my underwear. Allyson's warm hand cupped my penis as she rubbed gently. Then she pulled my underwear down slowly. After she had stripped my clothing off, I helped her to her feet. When she stood, I pushed her gently onto the bed. She lay down obediently, biting her bottom lip in anticipation. 

I got on my knees, and moved between her thighs once again. Allyson's vagina was already wet as I inserted my finger. Allyson moved her head back, and arched her back at the penetration. When I felt she was ready, I violated her vagina with my tongue once again. Once again I penetrated past her labia, and into her clitoris. My tongue moved around Allyson's clit. Allyson's back kept arching with each wave of pleasure my tongue delivered. I looked up at Allyson, her breasts were moving up and down her chest with each arch of her back. She started moaning with pleasure. My mouth and nose were slick with her juices. Allyson came, her back arching up and down in short movements, her breaths coming in short gasps. 

I got up and knelt on the bed between Allyson's open thighs. My penis slid easily into the moist mass of her vagina. My teenage fantasy was coming true, I was fucking Allyson Dulac. Allyson's breasts moved fluidly upon her chest with each thrust. Allyson turned her head, and bit her knuckle as her body was wracked with another orgasm. Her other hand had the beds sheet scrunched up as she came hard. Seeing this was too much, and my cum filled her vagina as I exploded inside her. I pulled out and looked at my new piece of property. Her large breasts splayed on either side of her heaving chest, her legs still open with a thin line of cum dripping from her. I lay beside Allyson, a hand on one of her breasts. Allyson's fingers played gingerly with my chest hair. In each other's arms we fell into a deep sleep; these last two days had been very tiring for me indeed. 

When I woke up the next morning Allyson was not beside me. I looked around while lying on my back and saw no evidence of Allyson spending the night. Were the last two days all a wet dream? I thought to myself. I looked around again, nothing. Fuck, I thought. I knew it was too good to be true. With the "dream" of fucking Allyson fresh in my mind I started stroking my erect penis. What I wouldn't do to truly have that power. As I slowly stroked my penis and thought of Faye, Allyson, and the three girls from the mall. I felt a wave of disappointment roll over me as I slowly realized that my power wasn't real.

That`s when I heard it. The toilet flushed, and the door to the bathroom opened.

"Master please, let me to do that for you." 

It was Allyson; she had gotten dressed and cleaned herself up. I forgot it was only Friday, and she still had to go to work. 

Allyson came and sat on the bed beside me. She took my penis in her soft hand and stroked softly. 

"Thank you for last night master. It was wonderful. No one has ever made me feel like that."

She leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. Then, she turned her attention back to my penis. I watched as her breasts moved in her sweater with each stroke of her hand. The thought of her naked breasts made me cum, and my penis weakly let go a small load of cum that oozed over her fingers coating her wedding rings. 




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"Oh!" She exclaimed as I came.

Then, when she was certain I was finished, she went to start cleaning my cum off her fingers.

"No Allyson, leave my cum on your fingers." 

"Ooh, that's kinky," she smiled, "Ok, I'll leave it, master" 

Then she stood up to go. 

You will think of me all day, and you will masturbate at lunch. When you masturbate you will think of me.

"I have to go to work master, but thank you."

"Wait," I ordered her, "take off your panties and leave them with me."

Wordlessly Allyson bent over and reached up under her skirt. She worked her panties down her legs and gave them to me. I reached up her skirt and placed my hand on her vulva. Nice and warm. Allyson moaned with pleasure at the sensation of my hand on her sex.

"Ok, go. You may leave now." I said dismissively.

I watched Allyson walk up the stairs, and then lay back, Allyson's still warm panties in my hand. My head was full of thoughts as I played with Allyson's panties. I think I'll start up a collection. Yes, a collection of panties from the women I control from now on. 

Fuck, I love this power. I got up to get ready for the day. Who knew what it would bring? Anything was possible (again).



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Please enjoy this latest installment of my story. All your comments and suggestions are welcome. I really enjoy reading through them. Remember, though, that just because I may not have implemented your suggestions, it doesn't mean I won't. The story is still young. So once again, please enjoy this story and PLEASE do leave a comment. 

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As I sat at the kitchen table with my morning coffee, my thoughts drifted to the two women I had fucked in the past two days. My first acquisition, and favorite so far, was Faye the chubby Marines wife. Then there was Allyson, my mother's friend, to whom I used to beat off to. I was picturing both of them naked. Yeah, sure, they were both older women, and a little over weight. But the fact that they were both happily married women that I could so easily take from their husbands was extremely erotic. Maybe, if I'm "nice" enough, I will permit their husbands to watch as I make their wives moan with pleasure, and then beg me for more. This thought stirred my penis from its slumber. Slowly but surely, it came to attention. I sipped my coffee. 

My thoughts strayed to Faye. I wasn't entirely sure of how I was going to address the promise I made to Faye. As I have never had to deal with a bank for a mortgage, much less a loan. It can't be that hard can it? It must be just a little paperwork; I guess I'll find out. I'm still going to do it, it's just a matter of how. That reminded me, I have to call Faye. Or perhaps, I'll pay her a visit. The thought of me visiting Faye, filled me with erotic desire. I could taste her vaginal juices, and smell the pleasant scent of her skin. Mmm, I am very seriously considering moving in with her while Rick is away on deployment. That way I could have my way with her nightly. Now there's a thought, I chuckled to myself. 

My thoughts soon turned to the issue of money. Now that I have this power, I'm even more anxious to get my own place. It was easy enough getting money out of people at the mall, but do I really want to do that every time I need cash? It seems like a pain in the ass. No, a regular flow of funds would be ideal, but I'm sure as hell not getting a job, not with this power. I got up to get another cup of coffee. As I stood at the counter stirring in cream, my mind recalled the past two days. I was thinking back to the three girls who gave me money at Massic's. Three teenage females, all mine. Fuck, that's going to be some night when I call upon them to "service" me. Once again, I got erect thinking about it. Then I remembered my other three acquisitions from the mall that day. Muriel, Sofia, and Neil. Muriel had the husband who worked as a broker for an investment company. Sofia was Director of Human Resources for a large company. And Neil was a successful doctor, with his own practice! 

I tapped into Neil's psyche first. His practice was quite successful indeed. With three other surgeons working in his office, his office was pulling in at least eighty thousand a week. Interesting indeed. The address was 201 Coleridge Rd. I think I'll just have to pay the good doctor a visit today. Next was Sofia. Ritunne had its head office here, located downtown on the corner of Berwick and York. It being a multinational company, it was raking in profits left, right, and center. Muriel's husband will come in handy also. Not only will I use him for investments, but his company is a well respected and extremely profitable firm. His firm was conveniently located not far from Ritunnes' offices. Basically around the corner on York. The wheels in my head were turning. I had a plan, and now I had to put it into motion. 

Seeing as I hadn't gotten around to fixing myself up with some wheels, I decided on using Faye again. I looked at the time, it was just after nine and Faye would have just dropped off Ray and Anissa at school about half an hour ago. 

Faye, I ordered mentally, come and pick me up at 314 Corbin Road. 

We'll see if that works. I haven't tried mentally ordering one of my slaves from such a great distance. I decided I would shower and get dressed, and see if Faye made it here. After a hot shower, and getting dressed in one of my new suits, I packed the majority of my essentials into a suitcase and lugged it upstairs. I made sure I had all the pertinent information I needed to be "gainfully employed". When I looked out the front window, I saw Faye's 2001 Grand Caravan pulling into the driveway. Sweet Jesus, I thought to myself. She was almost half way across the city when I ordered her to come pick me up. Faye shut the van off and got out. She was half way to the door when I came out lugging my suitcase. 

"Are you going away, master?" Faye asked; the concern evident in her soft voice.

You want me to move in with you Faye. You will beg me to live with you because you crave my cock nightly.

"No Faye, I'm moving into a hotel for a while. At least, until I find a place of my own." I lied.

"Oh master. Why not come and live with us until you find a place?" She asked desperation growing in her voice.

"I wouldn't want to impose, Faye." I replied. "And besides, what about Rick?" 

Faye moved over to me and wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me into her chubby body. 

"Rick's not coming home for another five months." Faye whispered seductively, her lips barely grazing my ear.

Faye placed her hand on my crotch and undid the zipper, "besides, my master has needs. I have needs." 

"I don't know Faye, it wouldn't seem right." I said playing it up, making her believe it was her idea.

Faye moved her hand inside my pants.

"Please master, I promise I'll make it worth your while." She said while rubbing my cock through my boxers.

"Well, when you put it that way Faye," I whispered in her ear, "how can I say no?"

Faye eventually let go of me and followed me around the back of the van, opening the hatch for me. I tossed my suitcase into the van and she closed the door. As we stood at the back of the van, I put my arms around Faye's waist and pulled her into me, I could feel her large breasts squish into my chest. I moved my hands to her round ass and massaged her cheeks. Her hand found its way to the back of my head, and she pulled my face closer to hers. Faye looked up at me beaming, her lips parting slightly in anticipation. My mouth met hers, and we shared a long passionate kiss in my parent's driveway. The taste of her mouth was beautiful. 

Eventually, we separated our bodies, and made our way into the van. Faye slid behind the steering wheel. Once in, I noticed Faye's white lace bra on one of the back seats. She must have taken it off for me on the way over here. She knows what her master likes.

"Did you get a hold of the bank for me Faye?" I asked.

"Oh yes master, of course," she replied, "you have an appointment on Monday at ten o'clock. Is that ok?"

"Yes, Faye, that's fine. Thank you." I said.

I fought the insatiable urge to make Faye take me back to her house, and instructed her to take me to 201 Coleridge Road. 

Once we got there, I had Faye stay in the van while I took care of business. It was about 10:15 now.

I went inside, and introduced myself to the attractive receptionist with a friendly handshake. She was Monica Freedman, age twenty five, living at 335 Sinclair Avenue. She had a bra size of 32B, weighed 110 pounds, and stood 5' 10". Her blonde hair was tied up in a loose bun. Her deep blue eyes looked even more beautiful framed in the thin frames surrounding her glasses. Monica was engaged to a Thomas Lindstrom, also aged twenty five. He was an unemployed carpenter with no ambition to find a job, and living with Monica.

She informed me that Dr. Larmon had just finished up with a consultation and had about fifteen minutes free. 

Monica, you will enter with me and await further orders. Do you understand?

A tiny nod was all the confirmation I received. Monica stood and led me to Dr. Larmon's office. She was wearing a conservative white blouse, done up to the second from top button, and a black knee length skirt. I noticed there were no panty lines as I watched her ass move while walking to Neil's office. 

Monica, sway your hips a little more like you're trying to seduce me. 

I watched appreciatively as her little ass started to move a little more seductively, she looked back at me with a mischievous grin. She knocked quietly, and opened the door after hearing, "Come in!"

"Doctor, this is Jeff Bartlett. He is looking for a job." Monica introduced.

Neil stood to shake my hand, "Hi master, nice to see you again." 

Oh shit, I forgot about the master stuff from the mall two days ago. Oh well, I'll roll with it, I thought to myself.

"Master?" Monica looked inquisitively at me.

Yes Monica, I'm Neil's master, and now I own you as well. Do you understand?

"Yes master, I understand." Monica replied nodding eagerly.

"Aren't you going to offer me a seat Neil?" I asked.

"Oh yes of course, please, have a seat master." Neil stammered.

It seemed a little weird a grown man referring to me as master.

"Please Neil, just call me Jeff." 

"Of course Jeff." 

"Would you like some coffee, or perhaps something a little stronger?" He asked in apology.

It was before noon but what the hell. "Sure Neil, what do you have?"

"I've got some nice twenty five year old scotch if you like." He replied.

"That sounds delicious." I responded, my thirst growing.

"Very well. Monica, two scotch please." He ordered his receptionist. 

"Yes Doctor Larmon, how do you take your scotch master?" She asked me obediently.

"Straight up please Monica." I replied.

Monica fetched the two drinks from the doctor's side table and delivered them. She stood there, with her hands clasped in front of her, awaiting further orders from me. 

Sit down on my lap. 

Monica settled her tight little rump in my lap, and put her arm around my neck for support.

Neil, you will not question what Monica is doing to me. Understood?

Neil just smiled and nodded his understanding.

I started to unbutton his receptionists blouse as we started talking.

"Neil, I require a favor from you." I started.

"Anything you want Jeff, what can I do for you?" He asked eager to please.

I had Monica's blouse completely undone now, and spread it open to reveal a very conservatively boring white bra. I helped Monica shrug off her blouse and started to unclasp her bra.

"I need a job, kind of a consulting job if you will," I explained, "one where I don't have to come to the office."

I took Monica's bra off, and told her to stand up. Then I undid her zipper behind her skirt and slid her skirt down her sensually smooth hips.

"I see. Well, my assistant usually handles the hiring, but I could talk to her and tell her what's going on." He replied, clearing his throat.

"It shouldn't be a problem." He assured me.

Monica was standing there facing me in just a pale blue thong. Her beautiful tits were firm and perky, her pink nipples were pointing upwards. I could tell Neil was getting turned on. He was starting to fidget.

"That sounds good Neil." I said, as I gently pulled Monica back onto my lap.

Monica sat on my lap dressed only in her skimpy panties, her warm skin felt great on my lap. 

I was fondling Monica's firm, handful sized breasts, slowly caressing them as I spoke. Monica's nipples were smaller than Faye and Allison's; her pink areolas were dollar sized in diameter. The slight aroma of Monica's perfume rose from her warm, pale skin. I pulled her panties away from her crotch and saw that she had a neatly trimmed bush. The sight of her blonde pubic hair filled me with desire. So, the carpet did match the drapes. A natural blonde, hmm, I will definitely be paying little Miss Freedman a visit in the future.

"Tell me Neil, is your assistant here?" I asked, "You see, I'm quite anxious to get 'started' if you will."

Then I had an idea. 

Monica, dip your nipples into my scotch.

Monica took my drink gently from me and moved it to her chest. She bent over just enough to get her nipples to touch the liquid. When both her nipples were coated in my scotch she sat up.

I leaned forward and took the closest nipple in my mouth. I wrapped my mouth around her nipple and sucked the scotch off it. Monica placed her hand behind my head to hold my face over her nipple. I could feel her nipple start to harden. Then I turned her slightly toward me and sucked the scotch off her other breast. When I was finished with her nipple, I gave it a sharp, little nibble. Monica gave a quick gasp. As I pulled my head off her breast, I looked her in the eye. She was staring at me with wild lust in her eyes. I just wanted to fuck her right there on Neil's desk.

"Neil, give me about ten minutes alone with your receptionist here." I ordered.

"Yes sir." He said as he stood up and left the office.

Neil, in ten minutes you will return to the office.

Monica was still seated on my lap as Neil walked by, her arm still around my shoulders. After I heard the door close, I stood up with Monica in my arms. I carried her hot, slim body over to the doctor's desk. I found an empty space and gently lowered Monica onto its surface. I cleared a spot for my slave on the desk behind her so she could lie down. Monica lay back on the desk waiting for what she knew was coming. Her tight stomach was moving up and down, her breaths were short and quick in anticipation. I took her skimpy panties and pulled them off her hips. Monica raised her hips slightly to aid in their removal. They slid easily off her smooth hips, and caught a little in the crack of her tight, little ass. 

"Fuck me master." Monica said with a forceful voice.

Hmm, apparently Monica had a wild side. One which belied her conservative behavior. However, I am in control here, and I'll have to put an end to her apparent belief of independence.

"Now Monica, I'm the master here. I'll be giving the orders. Do you understand me?" I said sternly.

Monica was panting. "Yes master, sorry if I disappointed you." Monica said softly, submissive once again.

"That's ok. If you want me to fuck you, you must beg for it." I explained.

"Please master? Please?" She begged almost crying for it.

"Please what slave? What do you want?" I asked teasingly.

"I want you! I want you inside me." She pleaded.

I slid off my suit jacket, and undid my pants. My cock had pitched a tent in my boxers. I slid my pants and boxers down to my ankles, and pulled Monica's hips closer to the edge of the desk. Monica spread her beautiful slim legs in eager anticipation. She was looking at me with a slightly raised head. Her vagina was already wet for me, so I slid my penis inside her with ease. Damn, she was tight!

"Mmm." She moaned.

"Do you like that master? Do you like the feel of my pussy?" 

She asked, seeking approval.

"Shh Monica, no talking. I will be doing the talking here." I ordered softly.

I started with her slowly. She started moaning with pleasure. The silk of her vaginal walls felt awesome on my penis. I started to fuck her faster now, I was giving her the fucking she deserved. A fucking her deadbeat fiancé couldn't provide her.

"Do you like that?" I asked her. 

"Oh yes!" She was almost screaming.

This was all for me now, I was being selfish. I started ramming my cock in her tight little vagina harder now. Monica let out a brief scream. Harder still, Monica's legs were bent at the knee, with my hands were holding her soft, slim thighs for support. Her shapely calves were moving wildly with each of my forceful thrusts. I grabbed one of Monica's breasts and squeezed it hard, my finger tips digging into its soft, warm flesh. Monica screamed loudly. I could see Monica's breast squishing from between my crooked fingers.

"Oh fuck, master!" She screamed with a mix of agony and pleasure.

I quickened my pace. The sound of skin slapping filled the office. Monica had her eyes closed. Her breast still held firmly in my hand. 

"Do you like the pain? Do you like having your breasts squeezed?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Yes." She managed to breathe.

The sound of her voice, the smell of sex, and the sounds emanating from Monica culminated into me releasing a small load of cum into her vagina. I gave a few more quick thrusts, and pulled out. Monica lay on her back breathing hard. Her bun had loosened in the fray. She looked so fucking hot, laying there in a vulnerable state. Monica didn't come, but she looked pleased nonetheless. I picked up my scotch and drank the last of it. I looked down at Monica in her prone state, I gave her a smile.

Damn! I didn't want to fuck anyone during the day today. I was saving myself for my moving in celebration tonight. I looked at my watch; it was only 10:35. I should be ok by tonight.

"Ok Monica, get dressed and resume your job up front, will you?"

"Yes my master." She obeyed.

With that Neil walked in the door just as Monica was picking her clothes up from the floor. There was a wet spot in the shape of Monica's ass crack on his desk.

"Well Neil, let's go see this assistant of yours, and get this ball rolling shall we?"

"Of course Jeff. Let's go." He replied.

We left Monica to get dressed as we exited the office. 

Before we left, I turned to Monica and said. "Leave your panties off, and I will collect them at the reception desk on my way out."

"Yes master, as you wish." She smiled at me.

We made our way to Neil's assistant's office. His assistant was an older heavy set woman in her sixties with an extremely dour look on her face. Gawd, I thought to myself, I won't be fucking this one anytime soon.

"Hi Neil, how can I help you?" Her pleasant tone belying her expression.

"Hi Barb, this is Jeff Bartlett. I want to hire him on as a consultant." Neil responded.

I stepped forward and extended my hand. Barb shook it. 

Barbara Lambert, age sixty three. Lives at 416 Humboldt Avenue. Widowed, and living alone. 

Barb, I am your master now, you will do as I say. Do you understand?

Barb looked at me and nodded. Excellent, another one under my control. 

Ok Barb, you are going to hire me on as a consultant. You are going to give me a wage of two thousand five hundred dollars every two weeks, no tax taken off; I will take care of that. Do you understand?

I wanted to keep my wages on the low side so as not to arouse suspicion. Besides, I had other places to hit anyway.

"We would be pleased to have you aboard Jeff." Barb replied happily.

"We would be happy to offer you a wage of twenty five hundred bi-weekly. Will that be sufficient master?"

"That would be fine Barb, thanks."I said.

"I would like the money to be directly deposited into my account." I ordered, as I handed over all my banking information.

"Oh, and be sure that it is done by the end of business today, would you?" 

"Of course, master. I'll get right on it." 

"Good. You have a nice day now." I said in closing.

"You too master." Barb said enthusiastically.

With that Neil and I left the office. 

"Neil, if any trouble arises from this arrangement, call me and we'll straighten it out. Kapisch?"

"You got it Jeff."

With that I proceeded to leave, stopping by the front desk to collect Monica's panties. 

"Thank you, Monica. I'll be in touch." I winked.

"You're welcome master."

I walked out of the office, stuffing Monica's panties into my pocket. Faye was waiting patiently for me behind the wheel. After getting in, I ordered Faye to drive me to Ritunnes' head office on Berwick. Wordlessly, Faye backed out of the parking spot, and pulled into traffic. I pulled Monica's panties out of my pocket and started fingering the strip of cloth that had moments before covered her pussy. I lifted them to my nose and gave a sniff. They smelled good; I could smell the faint aromas of Monica's vagina and laundry. Faye looked over at me and the panties. 




The Power of Touch Ch. 03



"Whose are those, master?" Faye asked.

"Oh, just something from my latest slave, Monica." I responded absent mindedly.

"How many slaves do you have?" Faye asked, jealousy creeping into her voice.

"Let's just say I have many slaves, Faye."

I could tell she was getting a little distraught, so I decided to allay her fears.

"Don't worry Faye, you were my first, and you are still my favorite."

"Oh, I don't mind master. As long as you are happy, that's all I care about." Faye smiled.

Oh, and I am quite happy. Here, I can make any woman mine, and I am about to make a lucrative living without lifting a finger. So yes, I am quite happy.

Once we got to Ritunnes' head office, I set out to find Sofia. After a quick introduction at the front desk I was directed to the tenth floor, office 1024. I made my way up. Upon reaching her office, I saw her name on the door. I heard her muted voice on the other side. She was on the phone. I barged in and took Sofia by surprise. She looked up at me with an expression of fear, then recognition, and finally admiration.

"Honey, can I call you right back?" She asked the phone. "Yes, that sounds great. Love you too." 

She was talking with Lance. How sweet. 

She hung up the phone and said with genuine eagerness, "Master, what a pleasant surprise. Do you require more money?" She was reaching for her purse.

I instructed Sofia what I wanted from her. She responded that it would not be a problem, and that she had the power to hire anyone that she deemed suitable to be of assistance to her. 

Once again, I handed over my information. 

"Is there anything else, master?"

"As a matter of fact there is. Remove your panties and give them to me." I instructed her.

I watched as Sofia stood from behind her desk and moved around it to stand in front of me. She reached up under her skirt, pushing it up her thighs as she went, and grasped the sides of her panties. I could see her bare hips as she pulled her panties down, before her skirt fell back into place; I caught a brief glimpse of her pubic hair. Sofia bent lower at the waist to work her panties down her surprisingly shapely legs. They dropped to the floor, and Sofia daintily stepped out of them. She bent down to retrieve them for her master, and then she passed them over. I stood up and took Sofia's panties from her. Then I leaned in close and gave Sofia a kiss on her lips. Sofia closed her eyes as our lips met; I squeezed one of her breasts as we shared a deep passionate kiss. My other hand moved down and pulled up her skirt. My finger parted Sofia's labia, and entered her vagina. She was a little dry at first, but with a couple of thrusts with my finger she started to get a little wet. Then, gently I pulled away. Sofia opened her eyes and stared at me. Her eyes were a beautiful, rich brown. I reached up and caressed her soft, smooth cheek. I placed my thumb on her bottom lip and pulled it down. I rubbed the crotch of her panties against her cheek, and she pressed her face into them, all the while looking at me. I stuffed her panties in my pocket and turned to leave. Sofia stared at my back as I left.

Five minutes later I emerged from the elevator in the lobby with another "consulting" job worth twenty five hundred every two weeks. Not only did I leave with another "job" I also walked away with Sofia's, still warm, high cut brief pink panties in my pocket. I walked out into the warm fall sun with a smile on my face. I got in the van beside Faye, and leaned over and gave her a deep kiss. Faye's lips were soft and wet. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth, and I returned the favor. Faye moaned with pleasure as we kissed. 

"I'm glad you're moving in with me, master." She said slyly.

"Me too Faye." I replied. I couldn't wait to penetrate her again.

"Ok Faye, one more stop, and then lunch time." 

"Yes sir."

Faye drove to the front doors of Wealth Management Investment Brokers. It was an impressive building, just around the corner from Ritunne. I entered and sought out one Brian Bancroft. Five minutes after receiving directions to his office I walked in.

"Excuse me?" Brian asked indignantly.

"Hello Brian, it is a pleasure to meet you." I greeted him with a handshake.

"I'm sorry, but do I know you?" He asked perplexed, slowly returning my handshake. 

"Not yet Brian. But your wife, Muriel, does." I answered.

"Oh? And how does she know you?" Brian asked, softening a little.

"Oh, let's just say she belongs to me." 

"Wha..." Brian cut himself off.

Relax Brian, your wife belongs to me, and now, I'm afraid so do you. 

Brian relaxed noticeably.

"Now, here's what we're going to do my friend."

And with that I set out my plan with him. Not only did I want him to hire me on as a consultant, but I wanted him to handle some investments for me.

Once again, we met with the person in charge of hiring, a Mr. David Slocumb. Age forty one, living at 333 Evergreen Terrace. He was married to a considerably younger woman, Stephanie Slocumb, who was nine years younger than her husband. They had two kids, one was three and one was 6 months old. 

I set out my demands, and Dave complied easily. Another twenty five hundred every two weeks. Man, this was way too easy. It's hard to believe that just two days ago I was working at a convenience store, making wages that were barely above the poverty line. Now, I was pulling in one hundred and ninety five thousand a year, all tax free. This was getting better, and better as I went along. 

After I was "hired", we went back to Brian's office. I got some excellent investment advice, as well as the name of a good accountant. Brian, it seems, is quite knowledgeable in the ways of investing and he suggested a few high risk investments that would benefit me immensely. I had Brian set up a nice portfolio for me, and let him run with it.

The accountant that Brian suggested for me was one Mr. Theo Jackson. Apparently, Theo was quite knowledgeable in off-shore banking, with a few contacts in the Grand Caymans, and also Switzerland. I hadn't even considered off-shore accounts, but the more I heard the more I liked. I stood and thanked Brian, and then I walked out. 

It was just past noon when I got in Faye's van. 

I looked at Faye and said, "I'm famished, and you?"

"I could eat, I'm kinda hungry too master." Was Faye's reply.

"Where do you like to go and eat?" I asked Faye. "A fancy place."

"Well, there's a special place that Rick and I like to go, Hengel's. But, it's expensive and you need reservations, even for lunch." She replied.

"Ok, let's go back to your place so you can get changed into something more appropriate. I'll handle the reservation part, don't worry." I said assuredly.

"Yes master." Faye said obediently.

I took only ten minutes to get to Faye's place. Faye took her bra from the back seat, and we walked in, immediately going to the bedroom. Faye stripped off her shirt and jeans. She was wearing one of the new thongs I bought her, the light pink lace one. The discipline I demonstrated right then was nothing short of phenomenal. The sight of Faye walking around her bedroom in just a thong getting ready to go was erotic to say the least. Her breasts bounced with each step she took. I watched as Faye went to her closet to pull out a nice black and white blouse, and a knee length grey skirt. Faye turned to me and asked.

"Will this be ok master?" 

"Faye; that will be fine. You look pretty in anything you wear." I said, buttering her up.

Faye blushed at the compliment, "thank you master."

It only took Faye a few minutes to get dressed, and another fifteen to apply make-up. We left her house half an hour after we arrived. The restaurant was only twenty minutes away from her house, and when we pulled in to Hengel's, the parking lot was almost full. We walked in to the restaurant and up to the reception podium. After shaking the hands of the hostess, and eventually manager, getting a table was not a problem. We ordered our food, and we talked as we waited for it to arrive.

"Faye, do you have anyone who can look after Ray and Anissa over the weekend?" I asked.

I had great plans for her.

"Well, my mom and dad live in the city." She answered.

"Well then, we will have to pay them a visit." I replied.

"That may not be a good idea master. What will I tell them about you?" Faye asked worriedly.

"Faye, don't worry about your parents. I will take care of them." I responded easily.

"Ok master." Faye said, sounding relieved.

Our food arrived and we ate while making small talk. The food was delicious. When we were finished, the waiter came with our bill. I opened the folder and was surprised at the price. Our lunch almost cost two hundred dollars. I pulled out two hundred and fifty dollars, and placed it in the folder. Then Faye and I left. We went directly to Faye's parent's house. It was now 2:30, Faye parked the van, and we made our way up to her parent's house. It was a nice house located at 4410 Fairbairne Street. Fairbairne Street was lined on both sides by mature elm trees, providing not only a picturesque view, but nice cool shade in the summer. But, it being fall, the leaves were a golden yellow and falling gently to the street below.

We walked up to the front door, Faye knocked and we went inside. 

"Mom? Dad?" Faye called out.

"Faye?" Came an older male voice from the living room.

"This is an unexpected surprise." Said her mom, coming into the foyer.

Faye's mom gave her a big hug.

Faye's mom and dad looked at me, and then at Faye inquiringly. 

Its ok Faye, introduce me as Jeff Bartlett for now.

"Mom, dad, this is Jeff..." She said in introduction.

I thrust out my hand and shook both their hands eagerly. "Nice to meet you." I said as politely as possible.

Robert and Margaret Bedson both aged seventy two. Now they too belonged to me. 

Introduce me as your good friend, who is helping you. 

"Jeff is a good friend, who is helping through some stuff right now." Faye lied.

"So very nice to meet you Jeff!" Margaret said.

"Thank you for helping our daughter through this trying time." Robert said appreciatively.

"Mom and dad, I have a favor to ask you. Would you be able to watch the kids this weekend?" Faye cut to the chase.

"Oh Faye! Of course we would watch the two darlings!" Faye's mother cooed.

"What have you got on for the weekend honey?" Robert asked.

Faye smiled at her dad. "Just a weekend with friends, dad."

A weekend with "friends" I mused. Why the hell didn't I think of that? Damn it Faye, you are a genius. My plan for this weekend was evolving.

"Well, you don't worry about Ray and Anissa. We'll have fun this weekend." Faye's mother said.

"We have clothes for them. Do you want us to pick them up?" Robert asked.

"Sure, if you don't mind Rob." I said.

Robert, you will refer to me as sir, and your lovely wife here will refer to me as master. Understood?

"No sir, I don't mind at all." Came my new slaves reply.

I'm thirsty Margaret, get me something to drink.

"Would you like something to drink master?" Margaret asked quite obediently.

"Yes, please. Water would be fine, and get some for Faye too." I ordered.

When her mom brought back our water, we drank and talked a bit. Then Faye's dad said that they had better go to get Faye's kids. We agreed and left. Once in the van, I looked at Faye and questioned her.

"You said 'friends' this weekend. You wouldn't want to lie to your parents now would you?" I asked leadingly.

Faye looked ashamed with herself, "I don't like lying to my parent's master."

I ran my fingers through her hair, and pushed her hair behind her ear. "I understand Faye, so let's not make it a lie shall we?" 

Confusion crossed Faye's beautiful face. 

Don't worry Faye, I have a plan that both you and I will enjoy. 

With that explanation, the confusion drained from her face, and her beautiful smile returned. She trusted me fully; Faye truly loved me with all her heart. I felt a small pang of guilt for using her, but the feeling quickly passed. 

Ok Faye, take us home.

Faye started her van and backed out of her parent's driveway. Along the way I accessed another slaves mind. She would be at work until four thirty, then, she had a dinner party to attend with Hugh tonight. Well, those plans would be changing. 

Allyson, you will leave work right at four thirty. You will rush home and inform Hugh that you will not be attending the party with him tonight. You will tell him your master has plans for you this weekend. You will then pack clothes for two days and drive immediately to 612 Pike Place. Make sure you pack the sexiest lingerie you own. Also, if you own high heels, you will bring them too. You will not change until you get here. 

We arrived back at Faye's house and I opened the door with my key. Once in, I took Faye's hand and led her to the living room. There, I sat down on the couch, and pulled her down beside me. I leaned over to her and kissed her gently on the cheek, she smelled good. I ran my tongue lightly over her cheek up to her ear. With my mouth at her ear I took her earlobe in my mouth and sucked gently on it, my teeth giving the slightest of nibbles. 

"Oh master..." Faye breathed. 

She moved her hand. No, I ordered, just sit there and let me work. Her hand dropped to her side. Her breathing was heavy as I sucked on her earlobe. Then, I moved my hand up under her blouse and up her warm, swollen belly. My fingers brushed against the bottoms of her breasts. The feeling of the light lace of her bra was exciting. I could feel her stomach rising and falling with her deep breaths. I ran my fingers along the undersides of her bra clad breasts, teasing myself more than Faye. Her breasts were warm to the touch, and I cupped her left breast in my hand, gently squeezing and massaging it. A soft moan escaped her lips, as the tip of her tongue licked them. I moved my mouth from her ear to her neck and I began softly kissing it. I inhaled deeply; the subtle scent of her perfume was intoxicating. This is the perfume she wears for Rick. The thought made me hard, my erection started to press against the expensive fabric of my pants. Faye's big nipples were erect now; I could feel them through the lace. I carefully extricated my hand from her blouse, and placed it on her soft knee. I pulled Faye's face toward mine, and kissed her on the lips. Once again a soft moan escaped her. She started kissing me back, and I felt her wet tongue dart into my mouth. I moved my hand up her knee to push up the hem of her skirt. The hot skin of her smooth, chubby thigh was under my hand now. I pushed her loose skirt up her legs and finally found pay dirt. My fingers just barely caressed her vulva. Her panties were soaked. Well, I will take care of that later. I rubbed Faye's now swollen vulva with my full hand. My hand ran from her pubic area, to the crack of her ass. I rubbed her vagina through the lace for a few minutes, and my hand was getting quite wet from her juices. I pulled it out and saw that it had a slight sheen from her moisture. I raised it to my face and inhaled deeply, taking in Faye's intoxicatingly musky scent. 

It had been a long day for the both of us, and we were both getting a little tired. I disengaged from Faye's soft lips, and stood up. I helped Faye to her feet and led her to the master bedroom. There, I undressed Faye, just to her bra and panties. I ordered Faye to lie on the bed and I undressed to my boxers. I lay beside Faye on the bed and she moved in to cuddle me.

Allyson, when you arrive here, the door will be unlocked. You will enter and make your way to the master bedroom. If I am asleep with my other slave, you will undress to your underwear and climb in beside me and sleep as well.

Faye, go to sleep, we will have a short nap. When we awaken, we will let the festivities begin.

My erection grew the more I thought about this weekend. Faye's rhythmic breathing beside me assured me she was asleep. My last conscious act was placing Faye's smooth, warm hand beneath my boxers upon my swollen cock. I drifted into unconsciousness planning for the weekend to come.

I awoke two and a half hours later. The bed seemed much smaller. I looked to my left and saw that my other slave, Allyson, had arrived. She lay beside me in just her bra; I had forgotten that she had given me her panties before she left for work that morning. I was the "proverbial" meat in the sandwich. I had Faye on one side, and Allyson on the other. I could hear both of them breathing rhythmically as they were both in a deep sleep. It was now six o'clock in the evening. I got out of bed, and made my way to the bathroom to take a leak. When I re-entered the bedroom my two slaves were still asleep, facing each other. I let them sleep a little longer, being the good master I am, and took a seat in the chair that I fucked Faye in the previous morning. The chair was facing the bed and I watched as my slaves chests moved with each breath. Allyson was wearing the same bra she had on last night. I sat there, watching, for about half an hour before my two ladies started stirring. The first to awaken was Faye; she looked at Allyson with a little confusion upon her face.

"It's ok Faye, that's Allyson. She's another one of my slaves. You two will become really good friends this weekend." I assured her.

Allyson started to wake up at the sound of my voice. They both looked a little disheveled, so I suggested they take a shower. Together, of course.

"Before you go to the shower, I want you to undress each other." I ordered them.

Faye and Allyson moved toward each other hesitantly.

Its ok, you two are quite comfortable with each other. 

I saw them both relax noticeably. Allyson reached around Faye's back, as Faye reached around Allyson's. They looked as if they were in a loose embrace as they unfastened each other's bra. They took off their bras tenderly. Allyson reached down and pulled Faye's panties off carefully. She got down on her knees as she removed her panties from Faye's ankles. Allyson stood when she was finished.

"Now, turn to face me." I said.

My two slaves turned and stood there in all their glory. Their arms hung at their sides, as they awaited further orders. I dismissed them to the shower, and followed them into the bathroom. The shower had glass doors that I could watch through. Faye leaned over to turn the shower on. Her big, round ass was exposed, and I could see her vagina. I wonder, I thought to myself, could I bring myself to fuck that sweet ass? Only time will tell. We'll see where the weekend takes us. When she had the water just right she entered the shower, followed by Allyson. 

Wash each other's bodies.

I watched in fascination as they obeyed. Faye grabbed the soap, and got a good lather going. She started with Allyson's shoulders, and then moved gently down her arms. Allyson raised her arms for Faye to wash her sides. Faye started to rub soap on Allyson's generous breasts. Her hands moved around her breasts to underneath, and proceeded down Allyson's belly. Faye's hand slowly moved to Allyson's vagina when she was finished with her belly. Tenderly, Faye washed Allyson's vagina. Allyson moaned slightly at the sensation of Faye's soft hands rubbing her vulva. Faye, finished with Allyson's vagina, kneeled down, and moved to her legs. The sight of Faye on her knees in front of another woman, washing her legs and feet, was one of the hottest things I have witnessed in my life. The soap was rinsing off Allyson as Faye went along. When Faye was done, Allyson finished rinsing off. Now it was Faye's turn to be washed.

Allyson took the soap from Faye and lathered up again. I thought my erection was going to rip itself from my underwear, I was so turned on. Allyson took the bar of soap and began with Faye's breasts; I could see Faye's nipples poke between Allyson's fingers. The soap was now moving slowly over Faye's voluptuous body. I watched the soap trail off Faye's breasts as Allyson's hand moved gently over Faye's vagina. As Allyson was softly rubbing Faye's vulva, the two women were looking at each other. It was almost as if they were developing a connection. For a moment I thought that they were going to kiss, and I swallowed hard in anticipation. Nothing, however, transpired and Allyson continued washing Faye's body. When Allyson had finished and Faye was rinsed off, they turned to me and I issued the following order.




The Power of Touch Ch. 03



Ok, the two of you dry yourselves off. Then await further orders.

I watched as my two married women did as I commanded. They toweled themselves off, their skin pink from the hot water. Their breasts swayed as they bent over to dry their legs. When they were dry, they stood and waited for me to tell them what to do. 

I walked over to Faye and Allyson, took their hands, and led them to the bedroom. They both sat down at the end of the bed, looking up at me expectantly. I sat down in the chair and beckoned for them to come to me.

Both of you get on your hands and knees and crawl to your master. 

Faye and Allyson got on all fours and made their way across the floor to me. Their breasts hung below them and swayed in a pendulous motion, their asses moving from side to side as they crossed the floor. Once they were in front of me, they sat up on their knees.

Now, please your master.

Allyson acted first and liberated my rock hard penis from my boxers. She gripped my penis as she leaned in and took me in her mouth. Faye placed her hand on my inner thigh and started softly caressing. I could feel Allyson's tongue slide down my shaft as she sucked, Faye, not sure of what to do, started kissing my thighs with beautiful wet kisses, working her way up from my knee to just below my crotch. Then Allyson stopped sucking, and worked my boxers off my hips, sliding them down my legs slowly. I assisted, by lifting my feet out of them as they pooled at my ankles. Then, I stood up. Now Faye and Allyson moved so that they were side by side. Allyson once again, took my penis in her mouth. Faye cupped my balls in her warm, soft hand and gently massaged them. I reached down and cupped a breast from each of my slaves. Looking down at them, I watched as Allyson's back and ass moved with her as she worked her warm lips up and down my shaft. Allyson pulled her mouth off my cock, and Faye moved in. With Allyson still holding the base of my cock, Faye began by licking underneath my shaft. They were both looking up at me from their knelt position. 

"Thank you master, for allowing us to suck your cock." Allyson said.

I moved my hand from her breast and brushed her shoulder length hair behind her ear. She smiled appreciatively. Faye was now sucking my penis much more vigorously. I could feel her breasts moving as her head bobbed up and down. Allyson moved her hand to my hip, and I covered it with mine. I could feel her wedding rings under my fingers.

"What are you doing, Faye?" I asked quietly.

"Sucking your beautiful cock master." Came the soft reply.

Faye turned her attention back to my cock. Slowly, and softly she sucked my penis. I felt her soft hand cup my balls, and softly massage them. I placed my hands behind each woman's head. I allowed her to give me head for a little while longer, and then I pulled her from my penis. I turned my two women's heads toward each other, and they knew what their master wanted. They moved toward each other and softly started kissing. Faye moved her hand up to Allyson's breast, and started fondling. Allyson let out a low guttural moan, as their lips met. I watched with erotic admiration as their kisses turned desperately passionate. Now Allyson moved her hands up to Faye's breasts. Faye's other hand moved down to Allyson's vulva and started softly caressing it. 

"Mmph..." Was the only sound Allyson could make, and she moved her hand down to Faye's vagina. 

I could only see the two women's arms move as they gently massaged each other's vagina.

Masturbate each other.

I heard two little gasps as their fingers were inserted into each other's vagina. These women have never felt another woman's vagina before, and I was more than happy to introduce them to the sensation. Soft moans filled the room as my slaves fingers moved inside of each other. I sat back down to watch the spectacle before me. This gave me a better view, and I could see their fingers penetrating each other. Their fingers were slick with each other's juices. Each of my slave's breasts were brushing on the other ones breasts. Apparently, Faye's "practice" on herself while Rick was away was coming in handy, as Allyson was on the verge of an orgasm. I could see her back arch, pushing her big breasts into Faye's. 

Stop masturbating each other, and come here.

I heard Allyson sigh as she was unable to climax due to my order. They did as I wished, and walked themselves to me on their knees. When they were kneeling in front of me, I took Allyson's hand and sucked Faye's juices off her fingers. Then I did the same to Faye. 

Stand up slaves.

Both women obeyed and stood up in front of me. I stood up and took their hands and led them into the living room. Once there, I made them kneel on the couch facing the wall. The living room was dark; the only light coming in was from the streetlight outside. I stood behind them marveling at the two round asses in front of me. Which slave to fuck first? What a dilemma! I never, in my wildest dreams, thought I would have this problem! I started to caress each of my women's ass cheeks at the same time while I made my decision. After a few minutes of rubbing ass cheeks, and tracing ass cracks with my fingers, I came to a decision. I decided upon Faye first, seeing as Allyson was the last one of the two to receive my cum. 

I moved behind Faye, and rubbed her vulva. It was already moist, so I wasted no time. I inserted myself into her waiting vagina. I took it slow because I wanted this to last. As my penis penetrated her, she let out a satisfied moan, I watched her head drop. While fucking Faye doggy style, I violated Allyson with my fingers. Faye's breasts moved gently with each of my slow thrusts. Both of my women were moaning, it was a beautiful sound. I moved a little faster, more forcefully. Faye's cheeks rippled with each powerful thrust. I still had one hand on her soft hip. I took my fingers out of Allyson's vagina and let Faye suck them clean. Allyson stood up and kissed me deeply; I took my wet fingers from Faye's mouth and caressed Allyson's fabulous breasts. Faye was pushing back into my thrusts making my penetration deep. I looked down at the back of her head and saw that some of her hair was plastered to her, sweaty from the exertion. Allyson was caressing my ass as I repeatedly penetrated Faye. The feeling of her vagina was intoxicating; I could feel her silken walls stimulating my shaft. Faye had her head back and was breathing heavily. Her back arched and I could feel her vaginal walls push against my penis. Allyson was caressing both my ass and my chest now. 

Kneel back on the couch, beside Faye, Allyson.

Allyson obeyed.

I pulled my penis out of Faye, and rammed it into Allyson's vagina. 

Faye, masturbate while I fuck your friend.

Allyson's ass was rippling, and her breasts were swaying wildly, with each of my forceful thrusts. She screamed with ecstasy. With my forceful thrusts, and Faye masturbating her earlier, it didn't take long for Allyson to orgasm. Her ass pressed into me as she drove me deeper into her vagina. I could feel a slight twinge as she came. I pulled out of Allyson, and re-entered Faye from behind. I was close now.

"Get down, between my legs Allyson, and lick Faye." I breathed heavily.

Allyson complied and got down on the floor. She backed in so she could comfortably get to Faye's labia. As she licked Faye's soaked vagina, her tongue would sometimes hit my shaft. Faye was screaming with pleasure, I don't think she had ever had this level of ecstasy before. Fuck, I know I didn't. Faye kept letting out little screams, the closer she came to climax.

As I took in the sight of my two nude, happily married slaves servicing me, I could feel an orgasm coming on. Faye held her breath in anticipation of her own orgasm. I tried to hold on, but the sounds emanating from Faye, and the feeling of Allyson's tongue on my shaft and balls were too much. As Faye came, I let loose a load of cum into Faye's vagina. I kept pumping as long as I could, and Faye pushed back, much more weakly. Faye's arms collapsed and her ass pointed up to the ceiling, forcing my penis out of her now dripping vulva. Allyson came up from underneath, her face coated with Faye's juices, and my cum. I made my two ladies kneel in front of me again. First, they cleaned my penis. Then I made Faye clean herself off Allyson's face. Faye's tongue delicately licked her face. Allyson closed her eyes at the sensation. 

Kiss each other, passionately.

When Faye was done, she kissed Allyson. I watched as the two of them started "making out," still submissively on their knees in front of me. I reached down and started running my fingers through their hair, pushing it behind their ears. Their breasts kept rubbing against each other.

Faye and Allyson looked up at me lasciviously. They stood up together and embraced me. Both of them started kissing my face, while caressing my chest. Faye's hand dropped to my semi-flaccid penis and started softly stroking. Allyson took her lead from Faye, and started gently massaging my balls.

"Thank you, master." Faye whispered ever so softly into my ear.

"Thank you for what?" I asked teasingly.

"Thank you for introducing Allyson and myself."

"Yes, thank you master." Allyson purred. 

"Well, you two are welcome." 

It was about 8:15 pm, and I was getting a little hungry. I let them run their hands over my body a little longer before I asked.

"Well ladies, whose hungry?"

"I am." They both replied in unison.

"Why don't you two go and make us some dinner?" I asked.

"I don't have much in the way of anything fancy, master." Faye replied.

"Then, both of you get dressed, go to the store and buy something nice for dinner."

"What would you like to eat, master?" Allyson asked.

"Surprise me." I ordered.

"Oh, and leave your panties off. Go commando to the store.

"Ooh, sounds kinky master." Faye replied amorously.

I followed my two slaves into the bedroom. They walked hand in hand, and looked back to see if I was coming. I sat down on the bed and watched as they got dressed. When they were ready, they left and went shopping. I got dressed into my boxers, and sat down in the living room. I watched TV for a couple of minutes before my cell rang. I picked it up; it was my best friend Eric. We've been friends since Grade Three, and had a strong friendship.

I pressed the talk button. "Hey buddy! What's up?" I answered.

"Nothing, just haven't heard from you in a while. Just wondering if you wanna hit the club tonight?" 

"Aww shit, sorry. Tonight's not a good night, man." 

"What the fuck dude? Since when?"

I realized that I'd have to handle this carefully. Seeing as I hadn't really thought about this, I needed more time. 

"Friday night. And you don't want to go the bar?" Came the skeptical question.

"Hey, how about tomorrow night buddy?" I offered.

"I got something to show you." I teased.

"What is it?" He asked, intrigued.

"Oh, trust me. You're going to love this." 

"Ok, I guess. What's up tonight that you can't go out?"

"I'm, uh, spending the night with two women." I said trying to sound like I was joking.

"Yeah," Eric chuckled, "whatever buddy. But really, what's going on?"

"I'll explain it all tomorrow. I promise, OK?"

A sigh on the other end of the line. "Ok man, I'll see what Travis is up to I guess."

"Ok man, see ya tomorrow." I said.

"Yeah, 'til then I guess."

I thought to myself. Oh, don't worry Eric. It'll be worth your while. I turned my attention back to the TV and settled on an episode of Rescue Me. I must have dosed off. I awoke to the front door opening, and the sound of my two slave's jubilant voices. It was almost nine o'clock. 

"Master, we're back!" Faye called out.

Strip down ladies, and prepare my dinner in the nude.

The kitchen got quiet and I could hear clothing being removed. Then I heard a clamor from the kitchen as my dinner was prepared. I got up off the couch and made my way to the kitchen table to watch. My women did as I wished. Their clothes were left in piles where they'd been disrobed. I watched as my slaves worked together. Their naked asses side by side. Every now and then, one would turn and I would catch a glimpse of a breast. The two of them were talking as if they were old friends, the main topic being me and how happy they were to be owned by me. To think, just a couple of days ago, these women were happily married to their husbands, and led a normal life. Now that I barged into their happy lives, they were totally different. I've made these good women into something like my personal whores, who would happily do as I ask. Dinner was finally in the oven, and after a quick clean up they turned to join me at the table. Their two chubby bodies faced me and I looked them over, with my eyes resting on their triangles of pubic hair. I motioned for them to sit, so they sat one each side of me.

"So," I began, "you two appreciate my being your master?"

"Oh yes!" Faye replied enthusiastically.

"Definitely!" Was Allyson's response.

"Ok then, if you had a choice, would rather belong to me or married to your husband's?"

Faye and Allyson looked at each other, and nodded. Faye responded for the both of them.

"We would rather belong to you, master."

"Right, then this is how it is going to work." I started explaining.

"You will continue to live with your families. You will maintain the appearance of happily married wives. However, you will belong to me, and when I call for you, you will drop what you are doing to fulfill my wishes."

They both nodded eagerly.

"Now, to finalize this, I need the both of you to surrender your wedding rings to me."

Faye and Allyson turned their attention to their rings and started working them off. Faye had hers off first and dropped them into the palm of my hand. Allyson wasn't too far behind, and she too dropped her rings into my hand.

"Don't worry ladies; I'll take care of these. You will receive replacements in a couple of days."

"Thank you master." Faye responded for both of them.

"So, have either of you been with another woman before?" I asked.

A couple of no's came back in response.

"Well, you sure could have fooled me." 

The timer on the oven went off, and the two of them got up to put the finishing touches on my supper. When my plate was made up Allyson delivered it to the table, followed by Faye. They both stood beside me while I took a bite.

"Very nice." I complimented them appreciatively.

"Thank you, master." Were the two replies.

You two may eat now.

They went and got their plates and sat down in their previous seats. My two naked slaves ate in silence, occasionally looking at me. When we finished, Faye and Allyson cleaned up. I retired to the living room and waited for them. When they finally walked in, we made our way to the bedroom. I was completely exhausted from my experience today. The three of us lay down on the bed, with me in the middle, and promptly fell asleep. I'll have to come up with a plan for Eric tomorrow; I hope he can keep a secret. I wouldn't want to make slave out of him as well. I'm sure I'll think of something.



The Power of Touch Ch. 04



I awoke the next morning alone in the bed, and could smell coffee and bacon. I got out of bed and went to the washroom. Once I was finished, I made my way to the kitchen. There before me were my two women cooking breakfast. They were still nude from the night before. Nude, except for aprons. I guess it's true what they say about frying bacon in the nude. Allyson saw me first; she came over to me and kissed me, putting her arms around me. Next in line was Faye; she kissed me and whispered "good morning," seductively into my ear.

"You're just in time for breakfast master." Allyson said.

"It smells delicious." I answered.

I sat down at the table. I was getting tired of the whole master thing. Don't get me wrong, the control I have over women is intoxicating, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. It's just the thrill of my women calling me master had worn off.

"Ladies, from now on refer to me by my name. Ok?"

"Sure thing, Jeff." Faye replied.

Get me a coffee, would you please Allyson? You know what I take in it. I ordered telepathically.

Allyson brought me my coffee with two cream. I sipped it while watching the commotion at the counter as my ladies made me breakfast. I was getting turned on again, just watching their naked bodies move around the kitchen. When breakfast was prepared they made up three plates and joined me at the table. Before they sat down, they removed their aprons and stood beside me, it was almost as if I could feel the heat from their vaginas. Faye and Allyson waited until I started eating, then they sat down and began with their own. They were very respectful of their master.

When breakfast was over, I retired to the bedroom. I was getting dressed when they both walked in, and started getting dressed as well.

Allyson pulled out a black padded bra and started putting it on.

I guess I saw her nicest bra two nights ago. Very well then, I'll have to fix that I guess. I went to the dresser and pulled a thousand dollars from my dwindling supply. I waited until my slaves were dressed, then issued the following order.

"Ok ladies. Faye, I want you to take Allyson shopping for lingerie. You know my tastes, and what I like."

"Ok." Faye responded cheerfully.

"Spend about four hundred, which should be enough. Take the extra six and spoil yourselves at the spa. I want you two to get manicures and pedicures, maybe if you have enough get your hair done as well."

"Oh! Thank you Jeff!" Came their excited replies.

I guess their husbands have never spoiled them like this. I mean really, for me it was nothing, what's a thousand dollars when money is not an issue. I went to Faye's computer and brought up my banks homepage. I checked my balance to see if my other slaves had complied with my wishes. There in my bank account was $7611.00. My heart skipped a beat, this was too easy. I laughed, up until Thursday that $111.00 was my entire net worth, and I was saving it for the weekend. My, my how things have changed in three days.

"Ok Jeff," Faye was standing beside me, "we're off now."

Allyson, leave your keys with me, I may need a vehicle later.

"Ok ladies, you two have a good time."

Faye and Allyson came over to kiss me goodbye.

"Oh, we will." Allyson replied, as she dropped her keys into my hand.

I watched from the front window as Faye's van backed out of the driveway. I sighed to myself. Allyson was an older woman and I had my fun with her, I probably wouldn't use her again after this weekend was over. But you never know. I sat down and started thinking about what I was going to say Eric. Should I even tell him anything? He's going to question the money sooner or later. I sighed, oh well; I've got all day to think about it. My cell phone rang; I picked it up and looked at the display. Well, speak of the devil, it was Eric.

"Hey buddy, we still on for tonight?" I asked.

"You bet man, I can't wait to see this surprise."

"Oh, yeah. It's a doozy." I chuckled, a slight hint of nervousness in my voice.

Eric picked up on it, "What's wrong Jeff?"

"Ah, it's nothing. Hey, how was last night with Travis?" I asked changing the subject.

"I would have made out better with you as a wingman. Travis can be such a cock block sometimes."

I laughed, "I'll make up for it tonight. Ok buddy?"

"Yeah, yeah. Promises, promises." Eric chuckled.

"See ya later, man." I said

"Yeah, see ya." With that the line clicked dead.

Well, there you go. I had a solution starting to formulate in my mind. The money I could maybe explain away as an inheritance or something, and I'm sure Eric won't complain about me getting him a chick, or four for the night. We will see what the night brings. I was still tired from the night before, so I lay down in Faye's bed for a quick siesta. The bed smelled faintly of Faye and Allyson's perfume. I drifted off to sleep thinking about my two women, and about what the night would bring.

"Your control of the two women is impressive, but there's more you can accomplish." The deep voice in my dream from three nights ago returned.

"Be careful what you say to your friend. This power can breed a jealousy far more powerful than anything you can imagine. Believe me I speak from experience, many a friend I have lost to this power."

I found I could not ask questions. In my dream, I opened my mouth to speak but no words would come. For now, I would heed the advice of the voice.

The voice seemed to drift away, and I fell into a deeper sleep. I slept for about two hours and awoke completely refreshed, more refreshed then I have ever felt in my life.

The rest of the day moved surprisingly quickly, and I had developed a vague idea of how to handle the Eric situation. At two o'clock, I called Eric and told him to be at 612 Pike Place at seven. He agreed, but sounded a little confused as to why there, and not at my parents place. I told him it'll all make sense tonight. I hoped I wouldn't have to "enslave" my best friend, but, if that's what it came to then so be it. Next, I ordered a limo for eight thirty. We might as well go out in style, I thought to myself.

I was bored and needed to get out for a bit; so I picked up Allyson's keys and drove to the bank. I withdrew two grand for the evening. That was a good feeling, being able to take out that kind of cash without regret. Then I drove to the Berwick, the city's most upscale hotel. There I booked two suites for the night, complete with a fruit platter and a bottle of champagne on ice in each room for when we arrived. They gave me my key cards for the rooms, and I left and went home to Faye's. I went to the kitchen, and found some leftovers from the night before. It was about four thirty when I finished eating, so I thought I should go about getting ready for the evening's festivities. I figured we would go to Orchid, a trendy nightclub in the old town district. Eric and I have only been there once before, and we liked it. It was just a little pricey for our liking.

I was ready to go around five thirty, so I relaxed in front of the TV for a bit. At six thirty Faye and Allyson came home looking relaxed, and absolutely stunning. They had found the time to get their hair done. Faye had her hair dyed to a deep chocolate brown, and cut in a sort of bob. Allyson had her hair dyed close to her original color of red hair. Her hair was cut to shoulder length and framed her face beautifully. She easily looked ten years younger. Allyson came and sat beside me.

"I can't wait to model my new panties for you Jeff." She said softly.

"So, let's see them."

"Faye, you strip to your underwear too."

"Ok Jeff."

They both disappeared into the master bedroom; I could hear soft laughter as my slaves changed. Ten minutes later they both emerged in their lacy bras and panties. Allyson's ensemble was a red number, matching bra and panties. The lace seemed so thin; I could see her pubic hair and nipples through the fabric. I looked appreciatively at her and noticed that her pubic hair had been trimmed. Faye was wearing pink, also matching bra and panties. They sat beside me, one on each side.

You know, Allyson may be older, but she did look hot in her lacy lingerie. Allyson placed her hand on my crotch and felt the erection that was steadily growing.

"Mmm, I think we chose the right underwear Faye." She remarked.

She lifted her hand so Faye could feel my hardness.

Faye traced the outline of my hard penis and moaned appreciatively, "I told you Allyson, I know what Jeff likes."

Faye leaned into me and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek. Allyson rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. The three of us watched TV in a content state. Then, Faye undid my zipper and slid her hand into my pants. She softly grasped my erection and started massaging it. Allyson took note and started kissing me. As we watched TV, Faye slowly stroked my penis with her soft, warm hand. I moved my hands to each woman's silky thigh, and caressed them. Allyson took my earlobe in her mouth and started playing her tongue upon it. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, as she kissed and nibbled my lobe. Their thighs were soft and warm, and it turned me on even more when I thought of how I was touching where only their husbands were allowed. Faye's fingers were slick with my pre-cum, and my penis was getting slick from it. I could feel the surge of a climax coming on when the doorbell rang. God damn it, trust Eric to be early. Faye took her hand from my pants; her fingers were covered in my juices.

Faye giggled, "I guess we'll have to finish later."

"Clean yourself off Faye." I ordered as I stood, doing up my pants.

"You two better go put some clothes on. My friend Eric is here."

Faye and Allyson got up and went to the master bedroom; Faye licking my juices off her fingers. I walked to the front door and opened it. There was Eric looking completely confused.

"You're living here now, or what?" He asked perplexed.

"Yeah, I moved in yesterday," I replied. "Come in."

Eric followed me in to the living room. I motioned for him to take a seat.

He sat in the chair facing the couch; I took a seat in the middle of the couch.

"What's goin' on buddy?" He asked.

Faye and Allyson entered the living room fully clothed. They both sat on either side of me.

"Well Jeff, are you going to introduce us to your friend?" Faye asked.

Now Eric looked completely lost.

"Ok, well ladies, this is Eric. He's been my best friend since third grade." I introduced.

"Hi Eric, I'm Faye."

"And I'm Allyson."

Eric stood and shook both their hands. Eric looked at me expecting an explanation. I looked at him and shrugged and sly smile playing across my face. Eric cocked his head to the side imperceptibly, still confused.

I took a deep breath. This is it; I thought to myself, here goes.

"Uh, ladies, would you excuse us for a minute?"

"Maybe make us something to eat."

"Ok Jeff." They replied in unison, and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Dude, what the fuck?" He whispered as soon as they were gone.

"Eric, man. It's complicated but here's the reader's digest version."

"Faye and Allyson, well they're kinda like my girlfriends."

"Girlfriends? As in plural?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah, plural. But that's not all of it. They're both married."

"Holy fuck!" Eric blurted out. "But they're both... Older and married?"

A smile crept across his face.

"Come on man. What's going on, you're full of shit." He laughed.

"No dude. These two women? They do whatever I ask them."

"Aww come on, I wasn't born yesterday." He laughed. "Prove it!"

I sighed, "Fine. Um, Faye? Can you come in here for a second?"

Faye appeared beside me. "Yes Jeff?"

"Kiss me." I ordered.

Faye obeyed. Her cool lips met mine, and we shared a passionate kiss for half a minute. Eric didn't look convinced; it would take a little more.

"Really? That's it?" He asked.

"Well, what do you want?" I asked.

Eric gestured toward his mouth, making a blowjob motion with his hand. I rolled my eyes. Jeez, alright.

"Faye, on your knees. Suck my cock for Eric here."

Without a word Faye sank to her knees in front of me. She moved her hand up to my zipper, and started to undo it.

"Alright! That's enough." Eric had seen enough.

I guess he didn't want to see his best friend get his cock sucked. I can't say I blame him; I wouldn't want to see him getting sucked off either. That was just as well, I didn't really want to put Faye through that.

"Ok Faye, go make us some dinner." I ordered her.

She left to join Allyson in the kitchen. The sound of a meal being prepared emanated from the kitchen.

"They're awesome cooks too dude, wait till you see." My stomach growled in anticipation.

Eric and I sat on the couch and watched TV for a while. The silence between us was deafening. I knew exactly what was going through Eric's head; he wasn't even watching the TV. I'll just let it stew for a bit, I chuckled to myself.

Faye and Allyson, you will refer to me as master when you tell me dinner is ready.

About 45 minutes later Allyson popped her head in the living room.

"Master? Dinner is ready." She said ever so softly.

Eric almost got whiplash he turned his head so fast. There was a fierce curiosity in his eyes. I motioned to him to not to worry about it.

We went to the table and sat down. My women sat on both sides of me again. Eric just watched for a bit, then shrugged and ate his dinner. The food was extremely delicious. We all made small talk throughout the meal, and Eric relaxed a little. It was now about a quarter past eight and the limo would be here any minute. Eric and I got ready to go and by the time we were finished the limo pulled up in front. It was a white stretch Lincoln. I kissed Faye and Allyson goodbye and told them not to wait up for me. They watched from the front door as the driver opened the rear door and let us in. I looked back before I entered and they both waved to me. No sooner had we sat down, than the inquisition began.

"Seriously dude! That was fucked up!" Eric yelled.

I shrugged and said, "hey man, it's not my fault they're in love with me."

"What was up with that master stuff?" He asked incredulously.

I laughed' "Oh that! Yeah, I just like it when they call me that."

Eric shrugged and said, "Yeah, it was kinda hot. But why married, fat women?"

I sighed, "Because, I guess it gives me a feeling of power. Just knowing I took these women from their husbands, made them break their vows, you know?"

"Yeah, but what about their husbands?"

"What about them?" I shrugged.

"Aren't you afraid they're gonna find out?"

"Not particularly." I chuckled.

"Well dude, I hope you know what you're doing. Married women, humph, I guess it's kinda hot. I never really thought of it."

"Still, why fat ones?" He asked chuckling.

"Have you ever had sex with a larger woman, Eric?" I asked. "It's fucking hot, whenever I fuck Faye or Allyson; they leave a wet spot the size of Texas." I said excitedly.

"How does the old adage go? More cushion for the pushin'?" I laughed at my own joke.

"Besides, I find that larger women seem to feel they have more to prove. Oh, and sleeping with them? It's like having a body pillow with tits and a pussy! And they're so soft and warm to cuddle into."

"Yeah, that would be kinda nice."

Eric seemed to get tired of the topic and changed it.

"What's up with the limo?"

"I got a new job." I explained.

With that statement, I explained to him how I have these consulting jobs, and I get paid hand over fist for them. He asked how I got them, and why didn't I tell him about it. I explained it as best I could, without telling him the whole truth. He kind of accepted my explanation, but was still a little skeptical.

"So tonight's on me my friend!" I told him.

He seemed happy with that.

We pulled up in front of the Orchid about fifty minutes later, and stepped out of the limo with style. The line to get in was always huge, but it wouldn't be an issue tonight. I walked up to the front of the line to get the bouncers attention. Eric seemed a little nervous.

"Relax." I told him.

When we got to the front of the line, I introduced myself and shook the bouncer's hand.

You will let us in. No questions asked. Oh, and refer to me as sir.

He unclasped the velvet rope and ushered us in.

"Good evening, sir. Nice to see you again."

I just nodded at him as I passed by. I could see Eric looking nervously at the crowd behind us. Oddly enough, no one seemed too pissed off, more like they were wondering who we were. The place was already jumping, and we meandered through the throng of bodies. We found a large secluded booth, where we could watch the dance floor. The booth seats were shaped in a semi-circle around a large table. We sat down and watched the bodies moving on the dance floor. Eric didn't know, but I was scoping out targets for tonight. The waitress was making her way over to our booth, so I leaned over to Eric.

"Hey! What do you want to drink?" I had to raise my voice to be heard over the music.

"I'll have a dark rum and coke." He replied.

Like I had to ask, that's all he ever ordered. The waitress arrived, and I placed our order for two rum and coke, and two Alexander Keith's (my favorite beer). The waitress disappeared into the crowd. The waitress was cute, as they usually are in this business. It took about ten minutes for our order to arrive; as I paid for our drinks my hand brushed hers.

Ellie Todd, living at 2787 picks Street. She was twenty four years old, weighed one hundred and sixty two pounds. Her bra size was 34 B, and she stood 5'11".

Ellie, you will come to us whenever I summon you. Is that understood?

Ellie gave me a nod followed by a beautiful smile. I watched as she left with her tray of drinks for the other patrons. I turned my attention back to the crowd and started my survey again. Ellie returned five minutes later with our order. As Eric and I drank our drinks, Eric nudged me. I turned my attention to where he was pointing. It was a bachelorette party. I saw a smile cross his face.

"Another one bites the dust, eh?" He said.

"Yeah, another one we won't be getting." I replied.

I stared at the party; their table was festooned with shooters. I watched as a girl wearing a pink sash drank a shooter from a shooter glass that was shaped like a penis. It was hot watching her wrap her lips around the "penis glass" and drain it. I counted their party. Five girls. I couldn't take my eyes off them, an idea was formulating in my mind. As I watched, the girls giggled and laughed, there was lots of toasting and hugging. Every one of the girls was wearing a tiny strapless party dress that hugged their curves and ended mid way between their ass and knee. Sluttin' gear I always called it. I watched for the better part of half an hour, the party eventually found themselves on the dance floor. I got hard watching their bodies gyrating to the beat, their skin developing a slight sheen from the sweat. Their little group had garnered the attention of a group of guys, who tried moving in on their little dance circle. The girls, however, would have nothing to do with them, and turned their backs on them. After a few songs, they moved back to the table for another round of shooters. They truly were having a good time. However, they could be having a much better time, I thought to myself maliciously. I motioned to Eric to sit tight, and I'll be right back. I made my way through the crowd and approached one of the girls. I touched her arm to "introduce" myself into her little knot of friends.

Dayna Askers, a twenty three year old slim blonde, 32 B and 5' 9". She was my first target, just because she was closest. It didn't really matter who was first, they would all be my slaves soon enough.




The Power of Touch Ch. 04



Dayna, you will recognize me as an old friend and give me a nice hug and kiss. You know me as Jeff.

"Dayna! I thought that was you! How the hell are you?"

"Jeff!" She threw her arms around me and squeezed me tight, and planted a sweet kiss on my cheek.

Very good slave, now you will introduce me to your friends.

I turned my attention to the young girl in the pink satin sash. Bride was written in script across the sash, which sat across her chest, resting between her breasts.

"This is Reese, the lucky one." Dayna giggled.

I reached out to shake Reese's hand.

Reese Richardson, blonde, aged twenty five. She lived with her parents. Reese weighed one hundred and twenty pounds, had a bra size of 34 B, and stood 5'7" tall. She was a substitute teacher, just waiting for a full time position to open up.

"Oh? What makes her so lucky?" I asked.

"She's marrying Danny Andrews!" Dayna said excitedly.

"What makes him so good?" I asked leadingly.

"Only just about everything!" Reese replied.

"Well, let's just see who the better man is then. Eh, Reese?" I teased.

Reese ran her finger down my arm and said.

"Ok Jeff, let's see." She cooed.

Dayna introduced me to the next girl. Tanya Sutherland, 34 C, a twenty four year old blonde, with hair down to the middle of her back. Tanya was Reese's best friend, and the maid of honor. Next was Gayle Cooper, a twenty two year old brunette, 36 B. She had short hair, only to her shoulders. Shawna Forest was next, a small twenty three year old redhead with freckles on her cheeks. At 38 D, Shawna's cleavage swelled under her dress.

After I had shaken hands with all the girls, I said goodbye and wished them all a good time.

In about five minutes you will gather your stuff and join me and my friend at our table, ladies.

The group of guys from earlier chuckled at my apparent lack of success. I looked at them and shrugged and walked back to the table. Eric was shaking his head.

"I could have told you how that would have turned out." He grinned. "A little out of our league my friend."

"We'll see about that." I replied.

Eric just shook his head. "Pipe dreams buddy. Pipe dreams."

I motioned to Ellie; she came to our table right away. I motioned for another round, and she left to fill my order. I watched her ass appreciatively as she walked to the bar. Ellie came back with our drinks quickly; I paid her and gave her an extremely healthy tip. Eric nudged me and motioned with his head at the bachelorette party. They were gathering up their stuff.

"Told ya, they're leaving." Eric said smugly.

He turned his attention to the bodies moving on the dance floor. I watched as the party made their way up to our table. Eric was shocked when the five girls came up to our booth. I stood up to let Tanya in then sat down beside her, Reese sat on the other side of me. Eric stood to let Dayna and Shawna in, and then Gayle sat on the other side of Eric. I looked at Eric and shrugged, smiling.

Ok ladies, you will treat Eric and I like we are your boyfriends. You will let us do whatever we want to you, and you will do as we say.

We sat there for a while, drinking and having fun. I was nursing my beer, I wanted to remember tonight. I had slowed the flow of alcohol to the rest of the party; I didn't want the girls too drunk. I had my hand on Reese's smooth, young thigh, her short yellow skirt made this easy. My other arm was around Tanya's shoulders, with my hand resting on her breast. I looked over at Eric; he was locking lips with Gayle at the moment. Dayna had her arm around Shawna and was playing with Eric's hair. After a couple of hours, I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight, so I "asked" everyone if we should go somewhere else. Eric seemed perplexed, but reluctantly agreed. The girls gathered their novelty glasses and we left the Orchid. We started walking toward the limo.

"We have a limo of our own." Reese said, and motioned to another limo waiting two cars behind ours.

"Well, how about we split up." I suggested.

"Eric you go with Dayna, Shawna, and Gayle. I'll go with Reese, and Tanya."

Eric agreed readily. We split into two separate groups.

Shawna, tell your driver to follow my limo.

As we approached my limo, I instructed the driver to drive us to The Berwick Hotel, the most upscale hotel in the city.

Tanya and Reese, you two will lose all inhibition as you please me tonight.

The three of us piled into my limo, Reese and Tanya sat on either side of me. I put my arms around their shoulders and they placed their heads on my shoulders

"Well ladies, what are we going to do?"

"What would you like us to do Jeff?" Tanya asked, winking at Reese.

"Please me." I ordered.

Reese giggled, and placed her hand on my crotch. The two girls leaned over me and kissed each other. Tanya's hand found its way on top of Reese's and their fingers entwined. Reese and Tanya started making out just inches from my face. I could smell their perfume as they kissed each other tenderly. Reese reached up and started caressing Tanya's face, Tanya returned the favor. I watched as Tanya's small, soft fingertips played across Reese's face. As the two best friends kissed, I reached up and gently pulled the top of Reese's dress down, exposing her handful sized breasts, her pink sash still sitting between them. She had been tanning, in preparation of her wedding I guess. Her small, pink nipples stood out nicely against her tanned skin. My hand caressed her smooth, firm breast and I heard her moan out a soft sigh while mid-kiss with Tanya. My other hand pushed up her skirt baring her panty clad ass. She was wearing yellow cotton briefs. Not at all what I was expecting. No matter, my fingers made their way beneath them. I ran my fingers across Reese's smooth ass cheek. I found the smooth crack of her ass and traced it up to the small of her back. Compared to Allyson and Faye, her ass was tiny. I continued to run my fingers along her crack, as I removed my other hand from her breast. I took my free hand and exposed Tanya's breasts, which were bigger than Reese's. Then I pushed up Tanya's skirt. Tanya was wearing panties that befit the skimpy dress she was wearing. She had on a dark blue lace thong. I took Tanya's ass cheek in my hand and gently massaged it. Like Reese's it was beautifully firm. I ran my finger underneath the strip of fabric that ran between her ass cheeks and pushed it aside. Reese turned her face toward me and I gently pulled her toward me. I gently kissed Reese and caught a deep whiff of her perfume. I started kissing Reese's soft neck, slowly working my way up to her lips. Tanya had moved down to Reese's exposed breasts and was softly sucking on one of Reese's nipples. Reese looked down at Tanya, a soft moan escaping her lips, her hand moved to the back of her maid of honors head. I eventually found my way to Reese's lips, and softly kissed her mouth. Her lips tasted like candy, and I could faintly taste the alcohol she had been drinking earlier. I disengaged from her lips and gently pushed her into the seat. I got on the floor of limo, and maneuvered myself in front of her.

"Pull your skirt up Reese." I softly ordered.

Reese complied, and soon her skirt was up over her hips. I took her panties off, Reese moving her hips ever so slightly to help with their removal. Once they were off, I slowly spread her thighs to reveal her vagina. Nice, she was shaved, not a hair in sight. I figured she shaved regularly, because her vulva was so smooth, it was like she never had pubic hair there. Her labia had a slight sheen to it; she must have gotten off with Tanya sucking on her breasts. I moved in mercilessly, and greedily thrust my tongue past her labia. She let out a sharp gasp, and moved her hand to the back of my head. Her moist, smooth vagina felt good on my face as I licked and sucked just inside her. I was teasing now, I knew what she wanted, her hips were moving, trying to force my tongue deeper. She tasted good, a little salty from the sweaty dancing, but that added to my experience. I stopped and looked up at her. She was breathing heavily, and looked down at me with a pleading in her eyes for me to continue.

"Does Danny do this to you?" I asked quietly.

"Yes." Reese breathed.

"Do you want me to keep going?" I teased with a smile.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?" I asked, splitting her labia with my fingers, and pushing them into her vagina.

"Yes please." She whimpered, pleadingly.

I moved back in and immediately ran the tip of my tongue over her clit. Reese arched her back in eager anticipation, thrusting her hips and pushing her vagina into my face. Tanya, who was kneeling beside Reese, was running her fingers through Reese's hair. I looked over at Tanya and gently pulled her to the seat. She obeyed.

Take your panties off Tanya, and give them to me.

Tanya pulled her panties off and dutifully handed them over. Tanya instinctively spread her legs, so I could see her vagina. I had one hand on Reese's bare hip, and one on Tanya's smooth inner thigh. Tanya's vagina wasn't shaved like Reese's, but her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little triangle. I played my fingers through Tanya's pubic hair as I went down on her best friend. I moved my hand from Tanya's thigh, and played with her labia, her hips moved in anticipation. Her vagina was already moist, so I inserted my finger slowly, gently. She was tight, and I had some difficulty getting my finger inside. I pulled away from Reese, and looked at Tanya. She looked a little uncomfortable.

"Tanya, you have had sex before, haven't you?"

"Um, yes." She replied timidly.

"Be honest Tanya. Are you a virgin?"

Tanya blushed and looked away, "is it that obvious?"

"Hey, there's no need to be embarrassed by it." I explained gently. On the inside, I was ecstatic. I was going to take Tanya's virginity tonight.

Ok you two, kiss.

I looked up as my tongue gently licked Reese's clitoris. My two new slaves were locked in a kiss of passion, with Reese breathing heavily into Tanya's mouth. Two of their breasts were rubbing together, making their nipples hard. Reese was about to let out a scream of pleasure when the limo came to a stop. I looked up and saw the hotel, we were here. I picked up Reese's panties off the floor, and stuffed both pairs in my pocket.

"Look presentable, ladies."

They both started to tug down their skirts, and lift their tops so nothing was exposed. By the time the limo driver opened the door for us; my two new slaves were "fully" dressed and looked as if nothing had happened. I looked back and the other limo had pulled up behind us. The driver opened the door and the four bodies came out one by one. When Eric was out, I handed him his suite key and told him the number. His suite was about four doors down from mine, I didn't want to hear him, and vice-versa. The seven of us moved across the lobby toward the elevators, my arms around Tanya's and Reese's waists. Once in, I selected floor twenty seven (the top floor). It took a couple of minutes to get to our floor, and when we got off, I said goodnight to Eric.

"Goodnight buddy, don't do anything I wouldn't." I chuckled.

"Fuck off. Goodnight." He laughed, his girls giggling with him.

The three of us made our way to my suite, and pushed the door in. The suite was spacious, it had a sitting room/dining area, a separate bedroom, a small hall to the bathroom and floor to ceiling windows with a bar, and no balcony. Like I ordered, there was a platter of fresh fruit, and a chilled bottle of expensive champagne waiting.

"Take off your clothes." I ordered my two girls. "Reese, leave your sash on.

I watched as they slithered out of their short dresses, letting them fall to the floor. I stood in awe, staring at their slender, firm bodies.

"I think Danny's the lucky one Reese. You are one hot woman." I said appreciatively.

"Thank you Jeff." She said while running her hand down her smooth hip.

"And you Tanya. Fuck, look at those tits. You have a beautiful body." Tanya blushed.

"Thank you." She said shyly, her hands clasped in front of her.

Come to me, my slaves. Tanya, you will lose all inhibition. You want to lose your virginity to me.

My two new acquisitions made their way toward me, and stood in front of me like they were displaying their bodies. I reached out and cupped one of each of their breasts. Mmm, firm and perky. Tanya's breasts were pale considered to Reese's, but I didn't mind. Reese's sash split her breasts beautifully. "Bride," this was going to be a good night. Next I reached down and gently rubbed their vulvas, their vaginas giving off a nice heat. They both moved in close to me, both caressing my chest. Both of them started to remove my suit jacket. Once they had it off, Reese started to undo my tie. Tanya started unbuttoning my shirt from the bottom on up. Reese slid my tie from around my neck, and Tanya finished with my buttons. They spread my shirt open and caressed my bare chest with their warm hands. I undid my cuffs and slid my shirt completely off, letting it fall to the ground. Tanya moved on and started softly kissing my chest, with warm, wet little kisses. Reese looked up at me, and stood on her toes to kiss me on the lips. I could feel their bare breasts on my arms and chest, my penis was at full attention now. I put my arms around each of their slender waists, and pulled their warm bodies close to mine. Then, I started rubbing their nice, tight asses with the palm of my hand. My fingers were tracing the smooth skin in the crack of their tiny asses. Reese reached down to my belt buckle while still kissing me. Expertly, she undid my belt and unclasped my pants. She carefully unzipped my pants, and slid her hand in my underwear. I felt her smooth, slender fingers brush against my engorged penis. I heard her gasp.

"It's so big." She whispered.

"Mmm," she purred, "I think he's liking this Tanya."

"Mmm, I'll bet." Tanya said, with her mouth around my nipple.

Reese and Tanya disengaged from my arms and sank slowly to their knees. Once they were on their knees, they pulled my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. My two girls were on their knees in front of me, both stroking my penis. Suddenly, the air was filled with music. Gangnam Style. One of the girls cell phones were going off.

"Whose is that?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

Tanya looked embarrassed, "it's mine."

"Ok, get your purses and bring them to me.

They obeyed, and fetched their purses for me. Once they handed them over, I rooted around in Tanya's first. I pulled out her cell phone and looked at the screen. There was a picture of a young man with the name Brad underneath.

"Who's Brad?" I asked.

"He's my boyfriend." Tanya replied.

I hit the disconnect button.

"No, now I'm your boyfriend." I replied.

"Ok Jeff." She replied obediently.

I tossed her phone at her, "put it on silent."

Once again she obeyed.

"Reese, you do the same, silence your phone. I don't want any further interruptions."

As they were complying with my order, I walked over to the champagne and uncorked it.

"Tanya, get three champagne glasses from the bar."

"Are you two hungry?" I asked gesturing toward the fruit platter.

"I'm famished." Said Reese.

"Me too." Responded Tanya, returning with the champagne flutes.

The two of them ate fresh fruit while I poured us some champagne. We moved to the sitting room, Tanya brought the fruit, Reese the champagne. The three of us sat on the couch, one girl on each side of me. The fruit platter was on the table directly in front of us.

You two will feed me, while we drink our champagne.

We sat there, my girls feeding me little bits of fruit, as we finished off the bottle of champagne. It was close to one thirty in the morning now, so I "suggested" we move to the bedroom.

As we went, I picked up their cell phones and followed my two nude slaves to the bed. The bedroom was spacious, with the same wall to ceiling windows as in the sitting room, and a mirrored wall facing the foot of the bed. I placed the cell phones on the night stand beside the bed; I was going to take pictures for these two, kind of as a souvenir. Now, I had a problem. Which one do I fuck first? Do I take Tanya's virginity, or fuck the bride to be? I'll let them decide. The three of us fell onto the king size bed, with me between the two girls. Immediately, they were all over me. Tanya was hungrily kissing my lips, while Reese, moved down to my erect penis. Their warm bodies slithered across my body. Reese wasted no time at, and was licking the shaft of my penis, from the balls to the tip. I looked down and Reese's small ass was in the air as she worked my penis. Tanya was still passionately kissing me, her hands caressing my face.

"Oh Jeff, I want you." She breathed into my ear.

"Yeah?" I asked in a whisper.

"Oh yeah, I choose you to take my virginity." She whispered with a smile.

"What about Brad?" I whispered.

"Who?" She breathed into my ear.

"Well, I can definitely help you with that. Why don't you help Reese with my cock first?"

"Mmm, ok Jeff."

Reese's lips were already wrapped around my shaft, so Tanya started to massage my balls. Tanya ran her finger up from my smooth taint up to the base of my shaft. She played with my balls a little longer, as her best friend continued sucking my cock. Reese definitely knew what she was doing, playing her tongue along the shaft as she gently sucked. I could feel her breasts brush my leg with each movement her body made. Reese brushed her long blonde hair over her ear, and looked at me. She smiled when she saw the look of ecstasy on my face. Tanya moved between my legs, and had taken my scrotum in her mouth. She gingerly sucked on my left testicle, as I sighed with complete satisfaction. These two young women were good, Reese really knew how to give a great blowjob, and Tanya, through all her inexperience, knew her way around a man. But alas, it was time. I motioned to Reese to stop, and sit beside my head while Tanya got ready. Tanya looked a little nervous as she sat up on her knees.

"You know what you can do Reese?" I asked

"Why don't you prop up Tanya's cell against the lamp here, and record her losing her virginity."

Reese smiled, "ok Jeff."

Reese did as I asked, and resumed her position on the bed.

"Is this gonna hurt, Reese?"

"Not if you do it gently." Reese responded softly.

Tanya looked down at my fully engorged penis and swallowed. Then, she stood up on the bed and straddled my hips. She got down on her knees again and hesitated.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to, Tanya." I said calmly.

"No, I want to. I don't want to wait for Brad anymore." She said with determination.

"It's just that, your penis is so much bigger than Brads."

Now, my penis is nothing to scream about. I'm a little bigger than average, but not by much.

"How big is Brad compared to mine?" I asked.

Tanya made a space with her thumb and fore finger about five inches apart. She placed them on my cock and gasped when she saw an extra three inches on top of that.

I chuckled. "He seems kinda small."

"Compared to you, he is."

"Do you want me to help?" Reese asked in a caring voice.

"No, I think I can handle it."

Tanya reached down and held my penis in her hand, and then she raised it and slowly lowered herself onto me. Slowly she pushed her virgin vagina against my penis, I could feel the pressure. She lowered herself a little more, and then I felt the pop. Tanya let out a tiny little yelp, and lowered herself even more. Tanya lowered herself until my entire penis was inside here.

"Oh fuck, it kinda hurts." She said.





The Power of Touch Ch. 04



"It'll go away." Reese said.

Tanya started slowly moving her tight vagina up and down my shaft. I've never felt a girl this tight before, it was amazing. Tanya started moving a little faster now; her hands were on my stomach as she rode me. I put my hands on Tanya's smooth hips, and watched as her face contorted in pain, and pleasure. Her vagina was nice and wet, and she started sliding up and down my penis with ease. Tanya's breasts gave a little jiggle every time she changed direction; I raised my hands and cupped her breasts. Then Tanya leaned forward, I could feel her hard nipples brushing against my chest. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her bottom lip. She was enjoying this. I looked down at the end of the bed, and watched her small ass in the mirror as my penis disappeared into her vagina. Tanya was grunting and moaning now, she was in the throes of ecstasy. As I watched in the mirror, I could see Reese masturbating. I looked over at her; her face was pointed to the ceiling. Her fingers invading her wet vagina furiously. I reached over and took her idle arm, and pulled her to me. She knew what I wanted.

Reese, straddle my face.

Reese raised herself up on her knees, and pulled one leg across my face. I was now looking up at her smooth, shaved vagina. I licked my lips in anticipation, as I pulled her hips closer to me face. I started kissing her wet vagina. God she smelled good, I parted her labia with my tongue, and quickly found her clitoris. I played my tongue across her clit as her hips moved with eagerness. I held on to her narrow hips as they moved. Tanya was moaning constantly now.

"Oh god," Tanya moaned, "this feels so good."

I heard Reese chuckle. Then, Reese reached out and took Tanya's breast in her hand. Tanya returned the favor. Reese was the one moaning now, as her vagina got increasingly wetter. I looked up, and her labia was slick and shiny. My tongue darted into her vagina and across her clitoris vigorously. I could tell Tanya was close to cumming, so I focused my efforts on Reese. Reese's hips were moving fluidly, her body knew what it wanted. Then I felt Tanya's vagina clasp onto my penis. Here she goes; her vaginal walls were throbbing and pulsing as she let out a short scream. She had just had her first orgasm with a man. She wasn't finished though, she selfishly kept riding my cock. I could hear the two of them kissing as they were being serviced by me. They moaned into each other's mouths. Tanya's vaginal juices had coated my scrotum, and soaked the sheets beneath us; Reese's juices were covering my lower face and running down my chin onto my neck. I could hear Reese getting close to climaxing now, her hips were moving more wildly now. Then Reese arched her back, and let out a low guttural moan of pleasure. Reese climbed off my face, and lay beside me.

Clean your juices off me Reese.

Reese leaned in to me and started gently licking my face, chin, and neck. When she had finished I pulled Tanya down beside me on the bed. I got up on my knees, and spread her thighs. As I climbed between her open legs, I looked down at her. She looked beautiful with her blonde hair plastered to her face. As I penetrated her and started slowly pumping, Tanya rolled her head back. Like a machine, I smoothly moved inside her. I started moving faster now, her breasts moving fluidly upon her chest. My thrusts got harder and faster now. She started to moan again, little gasps escaping her lips. With my hands on her hips, I roughly invaded her vagina, she started to get louder.

"Oh fuck, yes!"

This encouraged me. I fucked her faster now, her breasts were moving wildly on her chest now. I could feel her vagina contracting around my penis again. The surge of climax was working its way through me as well. I felt her vagina starting to throb again. As I filled her vagina with a load of cum, we came together. I collapsed on top of her, and she held me tight, our bodies were slick with sweat.

"Thank you, Jeff. That was amazing."

I kissed her forehead. "You're welcome."

Eventually we separated, and Reese and Tanya got up to go to the bathroom. On their way back Tanya picked up her phone, and stopped recording. The girls climbed on either side of me and we quickly fell asleep.

We awoke the next morning to the sound of soft humming. It was Tanya's phone vibrating on the night stand. I picked the phone up and looked at it. Brad was calling.

I handed it over to Tanya. Tanya took it, looked at the screen, and hit the decline button. She leaned over and kissed me, resting her head on my chest. Reese raised her head and kissed me, she was still wearing her sash. She reached down to my groin, and started stroking my penis with her fingertips. My penis responded, and Reese sighed happily. I turned toward Reese, forcing Tanya to sit up. Reese and I kept kissing, our fingers exploring each other's bodies. My hand travelled down her chest, over her flat stomach, down to her bare vagina. My finger split her labia, and slid into her vagina. I moved down to Reese's breasts and sucked on her pink nipples. Her vagina was getting slick, and I slid my finger in deeper. Reese was moaning, and her other hand was now stroking her breast. My penis was standing erect, as I pulled Reese on top of me. Reese wasting no time, and slid her hot vagina onto my penis. She was riding me, when we heard another humming. Tanya picked it up; it was a picture of Danny. Reese took it and hit the decline button and threw the phone onto the bed. Then she started riding me faster, and harder. Her breasts were moving in little bounces as she rammed my penis into her vagina. I pulled Tanya on top of my face, and started the same episode of the night before. Tanya and Reese leaned in to each other and started kissing as they were pleasured at the same time. I had my hands on Tanya's hips as I was pulling her vagina down, closer to my mouth. Once again, my face was getting coated with vaginal fluid. I could feel Reese's wetness spreading over my scrotum, as she moaned with intense pleasure. Reese was quick; I could feel her vagina starting to contract around my shaft. Then she let out a long, low suppressed moan, as her back arched. Her vagina started pulsating on my penis and her hips moved in short little bursts. Maybe it was the fact that her friend had reached orgasm, but Tanya's vagina let loose a surge of fluid as she also came. Reese had slowed down a bit, but I started pumping my penis into her, thrusting my hips upward. The tightness of her vagina caused me to cum a few seconds after my girls. Reese collapsed on top of me, Tanya beside me. We lay there for a few minutes, basking in each other's glory. Once again, there was a humming sound. It was Reese's phone. Reese picked it up and looked at it. Then she answered.

"Hi mom." She answered.

After a few seconds, "No, we spent the night at the Berwick."

"Yes mom, just us girls." She winked at me as she lied.

Tell her you won a contest at the bar, if she asks.

I guess her mom asked how she could afford the Berwick.

"No mom, it was free! We won a contest at the Orchid last night."

"Ok, mom. I'll call you when we're ready."

Reese hung up the phone, and laid it on the bed.

"My mom said she'll pick us up later." Reese said, as she lay back down on my chest.

"I'm hungry." Tanya said.

"Me, too." Responded Reese.

"Ok, we'll why don't you two grab a shower while I order up some breakfast."

"Ok!" Came their two excited squeals as the bounded off the bed and into the shower.

Once they had left, I picked up the bedside phone and ordered a delicious, and expensive, breakfast. I could hear the shower running and the girls giggling, so I picked up the phone and dialed Eric's room.

"Hello?" Eric answered.

"Hey buddy, how was last night?"

"Nothing short of epic." Was his excited response. "I don't know what you said to the girls at the bar last night, but it was awesome!"

"We definitely have to do this again!" I could hear giggling in the background.

"Oh, we will Eric, don't worry. Order yourselves some breakfast, and don't worry about the price."

"Thanks man, I will!!" With that, the line clicked dead.

The shower turned off, and the girls emerged from the bathroom naked. I went to the bedroom to get a bathrobe, and when I returned, Reese had picked up my shirt from the floor and put it on, leaving the buttons undone. The three of us sat on the couch, and the girls cuddled into me. Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. It was room service, and I let him roll in the cart. I saw his eyes almost pop out of his head when he saw what was on the couch. He turned, embarrassed and jealous, and came face to face with me. I was holding up a hundred dollar bill as his tip. He mumbled thanks and made his way to the door.

As I let him out, he said quietly to me, "you lucky bastard." A slight smile playing across his face.

"You have no idea." I responded, slowly closing the door.

He was moving to get another glimpse through the diminishing crack.

We ate our breakfast, and when we were finished, I told Reese to call her mom. Reese asked her mom to pick her and Tanya up. We languished on the couch kissing and fondling each other, while we waited for Reese's mom to show up. Twenty minutes later Reese's mom called and told her she was here.

Give her the room number, and invite her up, Reese.

"Mom, you have to come up and see this room! It's room 2709, on the top floor!"

Reese hung up the phone, and my girls retrieved their dresses from the night before and slid back into them. Of course, I kept their panties.

"Leave your 'Bride' sash with me Reese."

Reese handed it over, and I laid it on the couch. Another trophy for me, I chuckled to myself. Five minutes later there was a light knock at the door. I went and answered it, when I opened it up there was a chubby blonde woman with a cute face there. Her smile slowly disappeared when she saw me. It was replaced with a look of confusion. A smile slowly crept across my face. I shook her hand, and introduced myself.

Lynne Richardson, aged forty five. She stood 5' 7", and had a bra size of 40 B. She's been married to her husband Mitchell for twenty years.

Lynne, like your daughter and her friend, you are my slave now. Hand your keys to Reese and tell her to drive herself home. I will make sure you get home ok.

Lynne handed her keys to Reese and told her to drive herself home. Reese and Tanya obeyed, and walked out the door. The last thing Reese saw before she left was me kissing her mother, while unbuttoning her blouse, as the door was closing.



The Power of Touch Ch. 05



I apologize for the amount of time it has taken me to get this latest chapter out. I have a few going on in my life and have had less time to write. As things even out, the chapters should be coming out faster in the future. Once again, I apologize, and please enjoy this latest installment. As always, your comments are extremely welcomed, so please do comment. 

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I was sitting at Faye's kitchen table Monday morning when she walked in carrying two grocery bags. She had stopped at the store after dropping Ray and Anissa off at school. As I sat drinking coffee and reading the paper, she came over and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to face her, and kissed her fully on the lips. We held the kiss for the better part of a minute. It was 9:30 am, and I had an appointment with her bank at 10:45. I was already dressed in one of my new suits and ready to go, when Faye started fixing me breakfast. Amazingly, but not surprisingly, Faye had a full breakfast ready by 9:50. She made up two plates and sat down beside me. She looked absolutely beautiful with her hair newly dyed, and styled.

"You look beautiful this morning Faye." I complimented her. 

"Thank you Jeff," she replied with a smile, "I did it for you."

"Normally I wait until just before Rick gets back from deployment, but, you're my master now."

That single comment made my penis spring to life. We continued with the small talk for the remainder of breakfast. When I was finished, I stood up to go. I bent down and kissed Faye before I left. Faye handed me the keys to her van, and I was gone.

It was only about a ten minute drive to her bank, and I got there with about five minutes to spare. I made my way to the reception desk and checked in. At precisely 10:45, a black haired woman, with her hair in a tight bun, and wearing glasses came to greet me. I shook her hand and introduced myself.

I am Faye Duncan's master, and now I am yours too. Do you understand this? I ordered her mentally.

She nodded her understanding. 

The woman's name was Joanne Stanley, age thirty nine. She stood 5' 11", and weighed one hundred and forty pounds. Her bra size was 32 A, and she lived at 101 Ratcliff Drive, with her husband Tyler.

Joanne took me to an office and introduced me to Faye's loans officer. The name on the door was Stewart Romie. I shook his hand and started the meeting. I had time to think leading up to this meeting, and I had decided upon a completely different tact. Instead of the bank wiping out Faye and Rick's mortgage, I would just make the payments myself. This has two pros and no cons that I could see. One, I had absolutely no idea how mortgages worked, but I'm sure you can't just wipe it clean. Two, if I paid for her mortgage out of my own pocket, it would add to my feeling of power. It would be more like I owned her, and she would be indebted to me for a long, long time. Of course, this was strictly for my benefit, as I already owned her. I sat down with Mr. Romie and we hammered out the details. After forty five minutes, we were finished. There was a lot of initialing and signing, but it was a done deal. After we finished the meeting, Joanne came back into the office.

Stewart, go and take a fifteen minute coffee break. Close the door behind you.

Stewart got up and left his office, leaving just Joanne and myself.

"Come here slave." I ordered. 

Joanne moved quietly across the office towards me. She stood shyly in front of me awaiting further orders. I let her stand there, and I allowed my eyes to flow over her body.

"Is there something you would like master?" Joanne asked meekly.

"Yes Joanne, there is. I want your panties."

I watched as Joanne's slender fingers deftly undid her button and worked the zipper down. 

"Slow down Joanne, what's the rush?" I asked

Joanne then opened her pants to reveal a pair of white silk panties, with lace on the upper half. She slowly pushed her pants down over her slender hips. 

"Dance for me, my slave, sway your hips a bit. Kind of like a striptease."

Her hips started moving slowly as her pants were slowly pushed down. Joanne was bent over, her pants at her knees; she looked up at me with a sly smile on her face.

"Do you strip like this for your husband?"

Joanne just shook her head, her pants were down to her ankles, and she stepped out of them.

Come here and stand in front of me.

Joanne moved in front of me, her hips swaying slightly as she moved. As I placed my hands on her hips, I felt her warm smooth skin through the silky fabric. I moved my hands down her hips to her legs. So smooth, her skin was soft and supple. I heard her sigh.

"I guess this is a surprise for you, eh?" I softly chuckled.

"Yes master." She replied softly. 

"Undo your blouse," I ordered, "slowly."

Slowly, while looking at me, Joanne started undoing her buttons from top to bottom. After the first couple of buttons, I could see her small bra. It was black lace, and as she undid more buttons it came into view. Finally she had undone the last button, and let her blouse fall open. I moved my hands up from her hips and up her waist. Her waist tapered at the hips, and I ran my hands over her tight belly. My fingers played around her belly button, and then lower into the elastic of her panties. I moved my fingers deeper into her panties and into her pubic hair. I removed my fingers from her pubic hair and panties, and sniffed them. My hands found their way to her hips again, and I started slowly pulling her panties off. Joanne had bushy pubic hair; apparently she didn't show it off much. Slowly I pulled them down to her ankles and had her step out of them. I sniffed her panties and carefully folded them into my pocket. Next, I grabbed Joanne's ass and roughly pulled her hips toward me.

"Oh!" Joanne gasped softly.

I buried my face in her pubic hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of her musk. I still had my hands on her small ass, and my fingers were digging in to her soft flesh. Joanne's hands moved to behind my head, and began running her fingers through my hair. I split her labia with one of my fingers. Her fingers clenched and grabbed my hair, almost pulling it. Her vagina was warm, but not totally moist yet, so I inserted my finger deeper. Joanne was enjoying herself, and she let out a soft sigh. Now there was a slight wetness. I moved my finger in and out of her vagina; it was getting slicker and slicker. 

"Mmm..." Joanne moaned quietly.

"You like that, Joanne?"

"Mmm, yes master."

"Who else does this to you? Anyone?"

"My husband does." 

"Yeah? What does he do?"

"That, what you're doing master." She responded.

"What Joanne? What am I doing?" I teased.

"Fingering me down there." She breathed.

"Yeah? Down where?"

"My pussy." She was almost whimpering.

Joanne's knees buckled slightly, and I knew she was close. Her thighs were getting slick with her juices, and her knees buckled again. 

"Mmph..." She moaned.

"Come Joanne, I want you to come for me."

"Oh master..." Her soft voice cut off as she stopped breathing in anticipation.

Then her body shuddered, and she almost collapsed.

"Did you come?"

Breathlessly she answered, "Not yet master, I'm sorry."

I unzipped my pants and slid them off my hips. 

Remove my underwear for me, Joanne.

Joanne bent over to slide my underwear off, her blouse hanging loosely from her body. I watched as her small breasts jiggled in her bra as she moved. As she freed my penis from the fabric, she let out a little gasp. After she had finished removing my underwear, she got on her knees in front of me. She gently picked up my penis, and softly stroked it with her fingertips. 

"It's beautiful." She whispered looking up at me over her glasses.

Then she took me in her mouth. Softly, she wrapped her lips around my penis. I didn't even have to order her to do this. She started sucking softly on my swollen member, using a combination of lips and tongue. 

"Mmm..." She moaned.

I could feel her slender fingers playing with my scrotum, every now and then tickling my taint. She was quite good at giving head, her warm, wet mouth working its way up and down my shaft. Her other hand was on my hip, and I placed my hand over hers. I could feel her wedding rings, and I toyed with them as she sucked. The thought of me making this woman cheat on her husband was intoxicating. To think, Joanne's life was perfectly normal up until about an hour ago. 

My, how much a life can change in a matter of minutes. 

I lifted her head off my penis. She looked at me, confused, until I helped her stand up and pulled her over my penis. Then I gently lowered her onto it. She grasped my penis softly, and guided me into her wet vagina. God, her vagina was hot and wet as it slid down my penis.

"Mmm, oh yeah." Joanne whispered.

I let Joanne do all the work, her legs pumping her body up and down on me. She put her hands around my neck, and leaned in for a kiss. We kissed passionately as she moved up and down. Joanne's head threw back, and she closed her eyes. She let out a muffled moan as she came, her abdomen pushed into my stomach as she tried, but failed, to control the ecstasy she was experiencing. Her body had a slight sheen to it; as she was just barely breaking a sweat. The office smelled of sex, and I could not wait any longer. This time I let my surge of cum explode, and I relaxed as I filled her vagina. Joanne relaxed also and collapsed with her head on my shoulder. Then she picked her head up and looked at me. Her hand softly caressed my face, as she looked me with a contented look in her eye. My penis was still insider her, and rapidly deflating. Joanne stood up and I gently lowered her to her knees. When she was again knelt in front of me, she gently took my semi erect penis in her mouth. 

"Do you like it?" I asked. "Do you like the way you taste?"

"Oh yes."

"Do you do that for your husband? Suck his cock after he fucks you?"

"Sometimes, master."

"Well, you belong to me now. Ok?"

"Yes, master." She replied softly. 

When she was finished cleaning herself off of my penis, she rested her arm on my lap. The she laid her head on her arm. 

"What would your husband do, if he knew what just happened?"

"He would probably kill us master," She responded earnestly, "he's a very jealous man."

"Well then, I guess we'll have to keep this our little secret, eh?"

"Yes master." 

I knew it was inconsequential; I would just bend him to my wishes when he objected anyway. 

"Thank you Joanne." I said appreciatively. 

"Anytime, master." She said smiling up at me.

"I may take you up on that offer Joanne." I chuckled. 

You may get dressed now. 

Joanne stood up and retrieved her pants, I watched as she slid them back up her legs and over her hips. I find it erotic watching a woman dress herself, especially after I had just invaded her holiest of holies. I got dressed, and Joanne and I left the office together. We acted as if nothing had happened, and no one was the wiser. As we turned the corner in the hall, I grabbed Joanne's ass for one last quick feel. Once again, a surprised gasp and a smile. I said my goodbyes to Joanne and the receptionist, and left the bank.

As I sat behind the wheel of Faye's van, I could feel my greed growing. My greed for money, lust, and power. I have this power, this power to get anything I want, and I wanted more. As I sat there I thought about the last few days. I had enslaved numerous people, made deals with businesses to pay me for "consultation fees"', and still I wanted more. I pulled Joanne's panties out of my pocket and absent mindedly rubbed the crotch with my thumb as I thought. I only had to get the bank to take out seven hundred and fifty dollars to pay for Faye's mortgage, but I had them take out an extra three thousand a month to be deposited into her account. That was my own doing I chuckled. Faye thought I was just taking care of her mortgage. 

I decided to pay a visit to the accountant that Brian Bancroft suggested for me, so I opened my wallet and retrieved the business card. 

Theo Jackson located in the Dewitt Building downtown. 

I started the van, left the bank and made my way downtown, towards an unsuspecting Theo. It took me about twenty minutes to get there, and I quickly located his office. He was located on the seventeenth floor, and I made my way there. I walked into the office and introduced myself to his receptionist with a handshake. She asked me if I had an appointment, to which I replied no. She looked a little annoyed at this.

"Mr. Jackson does just take in walk-in appointments." She said, mildly politely.

"You obviously don't know who I am." I responded.

When I tell you who I am, you will insist I see Theo. You will not take no for an answer, from anyone.

"I am Jeff Bartlett."

"Oh! My apologies Mr. Bartlett!" She practically gushed. 

"Please, follow me." She stood and personally led me to his office.

She knocked on his door and opened it. 

"Mr. Jackson? There's a Jeff Bartlett here to see you."

"Who?"

"Jeff Bartlett, THE Jeff Bartlett?!?"

"Never heard of him." I heard from the office.

The receptionist looked at me embarrassed, and led me in.

There behind the desk was a sizable black gentleman. I stepped forward and thrust out my hand. He instinctively shook it, and was instantly mine.

Theodore, I am now your master. You will do as I ask of you. You may refer to me a Jeff, do you understand?

Once again, the standard, slight nod.

Theodore Jackson, age forty seven, living at 580 Mountain Head Drive. He was married to Gloria, aged forty six, and had three children. His kids were aged seventeen, fifteen, and eleven.

He dismissed his receptionist, and I sat down across the desk from him. Behind him, on the window sill, were pictures of his family. The first one was of the entire family in a portrait. Then there was a picture of his wife, a beautiful African American woman. Next was his daughter, the oldest of his kids. She was a pretty teen with braces. The picture beside that was of younger handsome boy. The last, was of a young girl in pigtails. 

"You have a beautiful family Theo. You must be proud." I complimented him.

"Thank you Jeff, I am." He responded politely. 

"Now, how can I help you?"

I laid out what I had wanted from him. 

"I don't want any trouble from the IRS. I want you to handle the income, and take off any applicable taxes. I want it to be as legitimate as possible."

"Should be easy enough, I'll gladly handle that for you Jeff." 

I had no doubt he would carry out my orders.

"Thank you Mr. Jackson. I have a feeling this will be a very enjoyable, and profitable relationship. For the both of us." I gave a little chuckle. 

He gave a chuckle, but not for the same reason I'm sure. Next order of business was securing another consultation job. He agreed to take me to the human resources director. When we got to his office, I spun the same story as the other three places, and handed over the pertinent information. Predictably, I walked out with another twenty five hundred bi-weekly. So now I was pulling in about twenty thousand a month. That should be enough, for now.

Shaking Theo's hand I said, "I'll be seeing you around buddy."

"I look forward to it Jeff." He returned the handshake with a smile.

I left the building, and made my way to Faye's van. I was hungry, it was approaching one o'clock.

Faye, make us some lunch. I will be home soon.

It took me about twenty five minutes to get back to Faye's house. As I pulled into her driveway, my stomach growled. 

"Honey, I'm home!" I jokingly yelled out, as I entered.

Faye appeared from the kitchen, and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"How did you make out at the bank?" She asked, almost as normally as if she was talking to her husband.

I reached up and cupped one of her breasts and squeezed gently. I could feel lace underneath the fabric of her shirt.

"Oh, I made out quite well. I think you will be pleased." I replied.

"Oh? Well, you can tell me about it over lunch." 

"Come on, lunch is ready."

I followed Faye into the kitchen, watching her nice large ass as we went. She was wearing the same jeans as when I first saw her. They were stretched tightly across her rear, accentuating her cheeks. 

We sat down at the table, which was set for two, with a plate of sandwiches in the middle. We ate, and I told Faye all about the meeting at the bank, (well, maybe not everything).

"So, your mortgage is taken care of. I know this'll help you out a lot." I said, remembering the sparse fridge.

"Oh, thank you Jeff!" 

"Oh, that's not all Faye," I said, "I also had Stewart funnel three thousand bucks a month into your account."

"Jeff, I don't know what to say, but thank you." Faye replied quietly. 

"Rick never wanted me to get a job; he wanted to be the provider."

"Sounds kind of traditional." I mused. 

"Yeah, he is." Faye developed a wistful look on her face as she thought of her husband.

Hmm.

"Hey, how long has the check engine light been on in your van?" I asked. 

"Um, about since just before Rick deployed." Faye responded, "He said it was nothing to worry about."

I guess Faye thought she knew where this was going, because she quickly followed up with. 

"But don't think you're paying for any repairs, you've done enough for us already."

"Indeed I have." I answered. "But this 'charity' doesn't come cheap Faye. I still own you."

"Oh, I know you do Jeff." She said amorously. 

We finished our lunch, and Faye cleared off the table. I watched as she cleaned up the dishes. It was now five minutes after two. Faye started to brew some coffee and sat down to wait until it was finished. 

Faye, you can refer to me as master again. 

We sat and made small talk while we waited for the coffee. I placed my hand on Faye's thigh where her leg met her hip. I was rubbing my hand in the crease that her flesh made beneath the denim. Faye looked at me with affection in her eyes. After a few minutes, the coffee was ready and Faye got up to get some mugs. She returned with two steaming cups of coffee and placed them in front of us. I sipped at mine, it was delicious. I don't know what she put in her coffee, but mine never tasted like this at home. 

After we finished the coffee, we went to the living room, where we sat on the couch. Faye had to leave to get the kids in fifteen minutes, so there was really no time to do anything. Faye snuggled her head into me, and I stroked her hair as we sat in silence. Faye had her hand in my lap, and I put my hand on top of hers. Faye entwined her fingers with mine, and sighed softly, contentedly. After a while, Faye got up to go get her kids. I stood up and followed her.

"I'll come with you, Faye. Let me get changed quickly." I said. 

After I slipped into some jeans and a T - shirt, we got in the van and left. Along the way, Faye broke the silence.

"You know master, this is the happiest I have felt in a long time."

"You mean since Rick deployed?" I asked.

"No, since before then." She answered earnestly. 

"Really?" I asked her. "Why's that?"

"I don't really know." Was her solemn reply. 

We were approaching the school and parked. We were early so I spent the time scoping out the moms there to pick up their kids. I saw a few that peaked my interest and made a mental note to come with Faye more often. A few minutes later her kids came out to the van. 

"Hi Uncle Jeff, hi mom!" The said jubilantly. 

"Mom, can we go to McDonald's for supper?" Ray begged. 

"Yeah! McDonald's!" Anissa screamed. 

"I don't know guys, we'll have to see." Faye looked at me, her pretty eyes asking if I would mind. 

I shrugged and said "Sure why not?"




The Power of Touch Ch. 05



"Ok, we'll go." Faye relented. 

"Yay!" Her kids screamed excitedly!

"It's been so long, mom!" Anissa said excitedly. 

Faye pulled away from the curb and made her way into traffic. It took us ten minutes to get to McDonald's, and as we pulled in the kids made another demand. 

"Can we eat here? So we can play, mommy?" Ray asked pleadingly. 

Faye relented and we ended up going inside. I went up to the counter when I had everyone's order, and ten minutes later I returned to the table. The kids were already gone and playing on the play structure, so Faye went and gathered them up to come and eat. Ray and Anissa sat on one side of the booth, while Faye and I occupied the other. As we ate, Faye's kids told us all about their day at school. It was cute to hear how excited they were about it. The kids ate their Happy Meals quickly, much to Faye's disapproval, and bounded towards the play structure after they were finished. After the kids had left, Faye cuddled in a little closer. My hand fell onto her lap, and started to caress her denim clad thigh. I moved my hand up toward her crotch and felt the warmth of her vagina. Faye's hand found its way into my lap, where it started rubbing my hardening cock. We held that pose for a while, and then Faye tried to break away from me. I looked up and saw two women standing a few tables away shooting dour looks in our direction.

"Oh shit." Faye whispered under her breath. 

"What's up?" I asked.

"That's Bev and Natalie. Their husbands are in Ricks Regiment."

It's going to be ok Faye. Just introduce me as your brother.

Faye waved the two women over with a smile as phony as a three dollar bill. Bev and Natalie made their way over, with curious expressions on their faces. When Bev and Natalie were standing by our booth, Faye introduced me. 

"Bev, Nat I'd like you to meet my brother Jeff. He just flew in from L.A. a few nights ago." I stood up to shake their hands. 

Natalie Walton, aged thirty nine, brunette. She weighed one hundred and seventy six pounds, and stood 5' 10". Her bra size was 36 B. Her husband, Curtis, was a Lieutenant Colonel in Rick's regiment. They, like Faye and Rick, lived off base at 417 Redfern Way. 

Beverly Puckett, aged forty, brunette. Beverly weighed one hundred and thirty pounds, and stood 5' 10". Her bra size was 32 C. Her husband, Ben, was a Lieutenant Colonel in Ricks regiment as well. They were practically neighbors with Natalie and Curtis, living at 431 Redfern Way.

"Nice to meet you both." I said cordially. 

You two now belong to me. You will refer to me as master. Is that understood?

They both nodded. "Yes master." Were their obedient replies.

"Now sit." I ordered them.

They both sat down with pleasant smiles on their faces. 

You two will remember me as Faye's brother from Los Angeles. I am only here to help her through a difficult period.

They nodded their understanding.

Good. Also you will dream of me nightly, causing you to touch yourselves. Is that understood?

Once again, two yes masters.

The three women talked for a while about the latest deployment, and what their husbands were up to. 

Bev and Natalie got up and excused themselves, to go order their food. We said our goodbyes, and went our separate ways.

We collected the kids and got into the van. The van hesitantly started, and we headed for home. When we got to Faye's house, Ray and Anissa bounded up the front stairs, and waited impatiently for us to unlock the door.

"Ok you two, homework time." Faye ordered. 

I sat and relaxed on the couch as Faye helped her kids with their homework. It was late when they had finished, so Faye sent them off to bed. 

Ten minutes had passed, and Faye eventually made her way to the living room. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a white, see through, lace nightie that hung just above her knees. Through the fabric I could make out her areolas, and the triangle of her pubic hair. 

Faye sat down beside me and snuggled in deeply, she let out a soft, quiet, contented sigh. I looked down at her and saw the two soft mounds that were her breasts. I put my arm around her soft shoulders and pulled her closer. My hand rested on her breast. Faye let her hand fall into my lap and found its way to my crotch. She unzipped my pants and unclasped the button, and then she fished my penis from inside.

"I haven't been able to thank you for what you have done for us yet, master." She purred quietly into my ear. 

Faye leaned in and started softly kissing my neck as her soft hand fondled my penis. As I hardened to her touch, her fondling graduated to slow, soft stroking. Faye's lips found their way up to my earlobe, and I felt her start nibbling and sucking. The sensation sent shivers down my spine. Faye moved back to my neck with soft, wet kisses.

In between kisses, Faye whispered, "Thank you... for... everything... master."

Faye stopped kissing my neck and moved her head down to my crotch. Once there she took me in her mouth and wrapped her moist lips around my penis. Faye made soft moaning sounds as she worked her way up and down my shaft. As she sucked, I could feel her tongue against the underside of my shaft. As Faye masterfully sucked my cock, I rested my hand on her smooth ass. I ran my fingers over her soft cheeks and found the crack of her ass. I couldn't tell you why I had a fascination with the crack of her ass. Maybe it was the fact that it was forbidden to everyone but her husband. Regardless, I loved the feel of it, the smoothness of the skin between her cheeks. I absolutely love Faye's ass. Sure, it wasn't a tiny handful, but it was a real woman's ass. A real woman, with real curves. 

She was working up a good deal of saliva in her efforts, and I could feel the warmth drip down my scrotum. As Faye's head moved, her breasts brushed slightly against my leg, I looked down and watched as they moved in a slight pendulous motion. I removed my hand from her ass, and went for her breasts. My fingers quickly locating her nipple through the lace. Faye had worked my penis up to a full throbbing erection and stopped. She sat up, and pulled her nightie over her head. Now she was completely nude. Faye straddled me as I sat on the couch, her hand guiding my penis into her wet mound. As she settled down onto my cock, her ample breasts were at my face level. I took her right breast, and flicked her nipple with my tongue. She let her head fall back as she savored the sensation of my penis inside her, and her nipples being teased by my tongue. Faye started to move her vagina up and down my shaft. I started to help, by thrusting upward into her. 

"Uh uh, no." She whispered. "Just relax master. Let me do the work."

I relaxed my hips and allowed her to slowly bring herself to orgasm. With her arms around my neck, I moved in again, and started to softly suck on her nipples. 

"Mmm," she moaned. "Don't stop."

I started to suck a little harder; I could feel her nipple pull into my mouth. Then I took her entire areola in, and sucked voraciously. I gave her nipple a little nip, and she responded with a tight gasp.

"Oh fuck," she whispered breathily.

"Mmph." Faye screwed her eyes tight as my cock filled her vagina repeatedly. 

"Oh master, I love the way your cock fills me." She hissed.

"Yeah?" I asked quietly. "Does Rick feel like this?"

"Oh God no." Faye whispered.

Faye started to ride my cock a little more forcefully now; I could tell she was getting close. Her breasts were bouncing with each forceful down thrust onto my cock. Her nipples were so hard, that they resembled two flat topped mountain peaks. Again, I took them into my mouth. Her nipples were slick with my saliva, and they glistened in the light from the lamp. The sound of skin slapping skin, and Faye's soft moaning filled the room. I felt her arms tighten around my neck and I knew she was coming. Her movement stopped and she seemed to try to get as much of my penis in her as possible. Her head came to a rest on my shoulder, as her vagina was wracked with orgasmic spasm. Faye's hair was getting damp from sweat, due to her workout. When her orgasm passed, she started riding my cock again. I could picture her round ass moving up and down as she fucked me. Faye looked me in the eye, a wry smile on her face. This was for me now. Faye's vaginal juices were flowing freely, and started to coat my scrotum. Her breasts bouncing in my face, I could smell my dried saliva on them. I looked up at Faye, and she leaned in to kiss me. Faye kissed me with passion, her lips hungrily meeting mine. Every now and then, her tongue would briefly invade my mouth. I felt my penis swell in eager anticipation of release. 

"Oh shit..." I managed weakly.

Faye smiled and rode me even harder, if that was possible. My release came in an explosion that filled Faye's vagina with hot cum.

"Ooh, that must have been a good one master." Fayed purred.

"You have no idea..." was the best I could weakly muster.

Faye sat her vagina tightly upon my crotch as my penis' spasms slowly subsided. Our bodies were soaked with sweat from the exertion we had just endured. After a while Faye raised herself up off of me and sat down beside me, breathless. 

"Thank you master, that was amazing." Faye said as she leaned over to kiss me, her skin still damp with sweat. She stood up and went to the bathroom. I watched as Faye walked away, her ass swaying slightly. After she had left, I looked to where she had been seated beside me, and noticed the small wet spot left by her wet, dripping vagina. It was then, that I became aware of the wetness on the cushion beneath me. I stood up and saw that Faye had left quite the large wet spot from the deluge of her vaginal discharge. 

Faye came back to the living room. It was ten thirty, and we were both kind of exhausted from the latest session, so we headed for the bedroom. Faye picked up her lace nightie and carried it to bed.

"You won't be needing that tonight." I ordered. "Tonight, you will be sleeping naked."

"Yes master." Faye obeyed.

We both got into the bed, and Faye moved over so her warm breasts and legs were touching me. I put my arm around her waist and started to play with her ass cheeks. We both fell into a deep sleep quickly thereafter.

The first week of "marital" bliss passed quickly. Faye seemed to consider herself to be my wife, and settled into the obedient role quite nicely, and aside from her children, her very existence seemed to be focused on my needs and desires. Faye's submission to her new life as my slave was complete; she knew that I wanted her. Wanted her body, her mind, her very being. As she found out, with these newly acquired powers, what I want, I take. The sex was great, no doubt Faye knew her way around a man, but my greed was growing. I wanted to control more people, both men and women. 

It was Friday night, and Faye and her kids had a function to attend, kind of a night out for families of the deployed Marines. Faye didn't want to go, but I insisted she did. I told her to keep everything as normal as possible, so people wouldn't take notice of any irregularities. 

My thoughts soon strayed back to my second day with my new found powers. All those people I bent to my wishes. Notably, I thought of my three spoiled little rich bitches. My three teenage slaves. 

Shannon, Becky, and Mallory, you will meet me at The Berwick Hotel. Be there in an hour.

After issuing my subliminal orders, I ordered a car from the company I used last Saturday. Half an hour later, a Lincoln Continental sedan pulled into Faye's driveway. I picked up the bag of goodies I had packed for the evening and left. Fifteen minutes after that, I was at The Berwick checking in. The room I had last week, room 2709, was still available so I took it. I made my way up to the room to get ready. I quickly called room service and ordered food, and four bottles of expensive wine for the four of us. 

When you get here, come up to room 2709.

Half an hour later my order arrived, it was delivered by the same lookey loo that delivered breakfast on Sunday. He seemed to recognize me, and gave me a surprised look. 

"Alone tonight sir?" He asked with a smirk, even though he just delivered enough food to feed an army. What an ass hat, I thought to myself.

"So it would seem." I replied evenly.

After he wheeled the cart in the room and put the four bottles of wine on ice, he left. Once again, I tipped him handsomely. After he accepted my tip, he turned to leave and came face to face with my three teenage slaves. He turned to look at me with incredulity upon his face. He looked as if he was going to say something, but thought better of it.

"Welcome ladies." I said, and ushered them into the room.

"Hello master." Was all the bell boy heard as the door closed with a soft click.

"I hope you all brought an appetite tonight."

"Yes master, we're starving." They all said eagerly.

They were all looking around the posh room in wide eyed wonder.

Tonight is all about me ladies, you will lose all inhibition. My wishes will be fulfilled to the utmost. You may not like it, but you will do as you're told.

"Good," I said, "we might as well eat then."

I sat down in the chair.

"But, before we eat, I have something for the three of you." I said as I reached into the special bag I had packed.

I came out with three small oval shaped objects. They stared at them with a look of confusion. They didn't know what they were. I chuckled to myself; you girls have no idea what you're in for tonight.

"Becky, you're the youngest, come here and stand before your master."

Wordlessly Becky obeyed her master's order, and walked over to where I was sitting. Silently, she stood in front of me. Becky was wearing skin tight jeans that accentuated her slim teenage hips beautifully. I placed my hands on her hips and caressed them through the denim.

"Take your jeans off for me slave." I ordered.

"Yes master." Becky said looking down at her zipper.

Becky's young, slender fingers moved down to her button and unclasped it. Then she slid the zipper down slowly. As she opened her pants, I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were a light blue cotton pair, and as she worked her pants down her slim legs, it became evident that she was wearing a thong. Once she had stepped out of her jeans, I placed my hands on her hips again. Becky was breathing a little heavier now, probably out of nervousness. 

"Nervous Becky?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yes master." She replied shakily.

"Why? Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"No master, it's just that only my boyfriend has ever seen me in my panties." She managed.

"Really?" I asked in mock intrigue.

"Yes master."

"Well, I'm your boyfriend now, ok?"

"Yes master." She replied.

"And believe me; I'm going see a lot more of you tonight than your boyfriend ever has."

"Ok..." Came the nervous reply.

I took my finger and ran it between the crotch of her panties and her vagina. The warmth from her vagina was intoxicating, and it took everything I had not to look. I was going to wait to see my girl's vaginas. I took one of the remote control eggs, and placed it under her panties and gently pressed it into her labia against her clitoris. Becky gasped quietly as my thumb pressed into the soft flesh of her vagina.

"Go take a seat over there on the couch Becky." I ordered softly.

"Next... Mallory, come here." Was my next command.

Slowly, Mallory made her way to me. She seemed a little apprehensive, and it took a few seconds to get to me. Mallory stood in front of me, beside Becky's discarded jeans. She was wearing jeans too, just not as tight as Becky's. Mallory's jeans had a button fly, and a white belt. She looked extremely hot with her chocolate brown hair pulled back in a tight ponytail.

"You know the drill Mallory. Take 'em off." I said motioning to her jeans.

Mallory complied obediently, without saying a word. I watched her delicate fingers unclasp the belt and buttons down the fly. When she spread her jeans open for my inspection, I saw that she was wearing bright pink bikini briefs. She slid her pants over her hips, and down her beautiful legs. Then she gingerly stepped out of them, and awaited her humiliation. Once again, my finger found itself between a nineteen year olds panties and vagina. Mallory's vagina surprised me though; I wasn't feeling any pubic hair.

"Do you shave, Mallory?" I asked.

After a brief hesitation, "yes master." 

"Mmm, interesting. Do you shave for your boyfriend?"

Mallory blushed, "yes master, for my boyfriend."

"When's the last time you shaved?"

"Umm, two days ago." She replied honestly.

"I see." I said as I retrieved one of the eggs from the bag.

Like Becky, I pressed the egg gently into her labia, underneath her panties. I took my finger out of her panties, and sniffed it. I could smell the two of them as I ran my finger beneath my nose. Exquisite, absolutely exquisite. Mallory wrinkled up her nose, and had a kind of disgusted look on her face. 

"What?" I asked.

"That's so gross." She said disgustedly.

I just looked at her. 

"What's gross? The smell of a girl's vagina?" I asked chuckling.

"Yeah, kinda." Was her reply.

"Hmm, get on your knees Mallory."

Mallory complied. When she was kneeling in front of me, I ran my finger under her nose. She turned her head quickly away from my finger, so I grabbed her ponytail and held it steady.

"Smell it." I ordered. 

She refused, oddly enough. 

"Smell it!" I ordered her more forcefully.

Reluctantly, Mallory made a sniffing sound and took in the wonderful aroma of her and her friend.

"Good slave, now how was that?" I asked with mock concern.

"Not too bad master." She mumbled.

"Open your mouth." I ordered.

She obeyed this time. I placed my fingers in her mouth.

"Now, suck it. Get a good taste of you and your friend." I ordered her snappily.

She obediently sucked my finger; she stopped after a few seconds.

"I don't recall saying stop." I said.

She resumed her sucking of my finger. I let her continue for a few more seconds, relishing the feeling of her tongue on my finger, and the gentle suction of her mouth.

"Ok, good enough." I said. "Now Mallory, we won't have any more of that nonsense will we?" I asked pleasantly.

"No master." She replied calmly.

"Ok then, go and take a seat next to the beautiful Becky."

Becky smiled and blushed at the "compliment". 

I turned my attention to Shannon, and motioned her to me with my finger. Shannon quickly obeyed. Either she was shit scared, or she was looking forward to her turn. She made her way towards me and stood waiting for direction. I just pointed to her pants. She quickly complied and started to unbutton her jeans. When they were undone, I saw that her panties were black satin with lace around the top. I could just make out some lettering above her zipper, and as she slid her pants down I read what her panties had to say. There in pale pink script were the words "Call Me" emblazoned across the front. Once again I slid her egg into her labia under her panties. 

Her vagina was already damp; she was apparently turned on by the events that had just unfolded before her. Apparently she enjoyed watching Mallory get a little discipline. I'll have to remember that in the future. 

"Take a seat by your friends Shannon."

"Yes master." She complied, a wry smile playing across her face.

My three slaves were sitting beside each other on the couch in just their shirts and panties, a tiny, almost imperceptible bulge in their panties. I looked down at their discarded pants, which lay beside me on the floor.

"Ok then, let's eat shall we ladies?"

I watched as they stood and made their way to the cart with the food. They made their selections and sat down to eat. I got up and went over to where the wine was chilling. I took the first bottle and uncorked it. I poured four glasses of the expensive liquid and delivered three of them to my slaves. For my troubles I received three "thank you masters". 




The Power of Touch Ch. 05



We made small talk throughout most of the meal, and two bottles of wine. I think they all forgot about the eggs I placed in their panties. Well, it was about time to change that. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the three remotes. I thumbed one of the remotes at random, and watched to see who reacted. It was only set to the lowest setting. Mmm, who would it be, I wondered. I scanned my three girls for a reaction. My eyes settled on Becky, her legs suddenly squeezed tightly together, and she squirmed a bit. The other two hadn't noticed yet. I was enjoying watching her young, white thighs squeeze together. I left her vibrator on low, and activated another. This one caused Shannon to let out a soft gasp, and to clench her legs together in surprise. By now Mallory had noticed that her two friends were acting strangely. She looked at me as I thumbed her remote on, and she too was now feeling the effects of her own vibrator.

After the initial shock, the three girls spread their legs a little to enhance the pleasure they were experiencing. Becky started to gyrate her hips, and I turned up her intensity a notch. She let out a tiny teenage gasp, and started breathing a little heavier. Shannon was next; I turned her up a notch and watched the reaction with immense pleasure. Mallory was gyrating her hips a little more now, and she let out a soft, satisfied sigh as her egg pleasured her clitoris. All three girls started to let out little whimpers of ecstasy, as their little teenage vaginas were stimulated by my toys.

"Becky..." I said softly, but loud enough to be heard.

She looked at me with dreamy eyes, she was enjoying herself.

"Why don't you and Mallory kiss each other?" I suggested.

Instantly the two girls faced each other. Becky brought her hand up to Mallory's face and softly caressed her cheek. The two girls looked at each other lovingly, and slowly let their lips meet. My penis, which was already hard, twitched at the sight of these two teens tenderly kissing each other. Mallory moved her hand to Becky's chest, and gently massaged her right breast. 

"Yeah..." I said huskily. "That's right girls, enjoy each other." 

"Shannon, come here." I ordered.

Shannon rose from the couch and moved toward me. Her movements were awkward, what with the 

vibrator nestled in her vagina's lips. She stood in front of me, her knees clamped shut as she tried to control the sensation that was growing between her legs. I took Shannon's hands and pulled her gently to her knees. Once she was knelt before me, I leaned in and started to undo her blouse. Slowly, I undid one button after another. She undid the last button to help me out, and once her blouse was completely undone, I spread it open to reveal her B cups. Her bra was pretty enough, pink with just enough lace to show the tops of her areolas. I unzipped my pants and pulled my penis out. Shannon took my penis in her hand, and started to softly stroke it. She looked up at me with her brown eyes, almost deploringly. Her soft fingertips slowly moved up my shaft and played with the tip of my penis. She was staring at my penis, almost as if she were studying it. She was biting her bottom lip, as if in deep thought. 

Suck my cock, Shannon.

Shannon's lips wrapped around my penis, her mouth giving off a pleasant, moist, heat. I felt her smooth hand cup my balls, and softy massage them as she methodically sucked my dick. As Shannon worked on my penis, I watched the other two make out and explore each other's bodies. Mallory had her hand up under Becky's t-shirt as she massaged Becky's breasts. Becky and Mallory had their eyes closed as they kissed each other with passion. Becky's hand was softly stroking Mallory's inner thigh up near her panties. The crotch of Mallory's panties was developing a little wet spot; apparently she was getting turned on. Not only did she shave, but apparently she was a messy girl. My favorite, I love girls that make messes during sex. I watched as my slaves performed for me, and Shannon made love to my penis with her mouth. Shannon really was an artist, strange for such a young age. Who knew a nineteen year old would be so experienced with a cock? But, I guess you never know these days. 

Becky, Mallory, undress each other for me. Leave your panties on.

Like the good slaves they were turning out to be, they obeyed my order without question. I guess Mallory didn't like being treated like she was earlier. Good, it showed she was learning. Becky's tight pink t-shirt was first. Becky's small white bra was exposed for all to see. Her shirt seemed to cling to her curves as it was pulled up and over her head. Next Becky reached down and lifted Mallory's shirt up over her head. Mallory's black bra was exposed now. Their tight bellies were taut and firm, with tiny little belly buttons. My two teenage slaves were now sitting there in their bras and panties. Becky reached around Mallory's back and unclasped her bra, and then she removed it from Mallory's young, firm breasts. Becky's bra was unclasped from the front, and Mallory spread it open to reveal Becky's womanhood. They both sat there with their breasts exposed, nice pale pink nipples. Becky's nipples were larger than Mallory's, as Mallory had little dollar sized areolas. 

I put my hands under Shannon's armpits and gently helped her to her feet. As her mouth disengaged from my penis, a thick line of drool trailed from her mouth to my tip. I wiped the drool from her lip with my thumb. 

Take off your bra Shannon.

Shannon reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Her breasts gave a slight bounce as they were freed from their cups.

Very good, now join your friends on the couch.

When Shannon was seated, I looked my slaves over appreciatively. They were squirming slightly at the sensation of their vibrators. I turned their eggs off, and saw them relax. Mallory's wet spot had grown, and Becky was developing one of her own. 

"Mallory, come here." I ordered her.

"Yes master." She obeyed.

"Now, that's better." I commended her. 

When Mallory was standing in front of me, I reached up and caressed her hips, and legs. Smooth teenager hips, and smooth teenager legs, very nice. I placed my fingers in the elastic of her panties, and gently pulled them down. As they came free from her vagina, they stuck a little in the crotch, and came springing loose when I had pulled them down further. Once they were at her ankles, she stepped out of them. 

"Pick up your panties, and give them to me."

Mallory obediently bent down, her breasts 

swaying, and picked up her panties. She stood up and handed them over, I looked appreciatively at her smoothly shaven public area. 

"Come here, Mallory." 

She stepped closer to me, and I ran my fingers against her smooth skin. She watched me intently as I explored her freshly shorn vagina. I carefully removed the egg from her, and ordered her to sit down. Next, was going to be Shannon.

"Shannon, you're up, come here." 

Shannon, a smile on her face, rose from the couch and walked toward me. She stood in front of me with one leg in front of the other, her thighs pressed together. She swayed her hips slowly in a teasing manner. 

"Your panties, give them to me."

Shannon smiled at me as she slowly slid her panties down her beautiful, young legs. When she had stepped out of them, she gave them over to her master. Now that Shannon stood in front of me in all her naked, young beauty, I ran my fingers through her pubic hair. I twirled the strands of hair around my index finger. I slid my finger up the inside of her slit and wedged my finger between her clit and the vibrator. I popped it put with a slight sucking sound. 

"Sit down, slave." I said as Shannon obeyed.

Ah, sweet Becky. I motioned to her with my finger, which was still slick with her friend's juices. She stood and made her way over to me. Her arms were loosely crossed in front of her, and she covered her breasts with one of her arms. I reached up and gently took her hand, then lowered her arm from her breasts. She just stood in front of me with only her panties on. I pulled Becky's panties down gently, and took them from her. Becky was shivering ever so slightly. She seemed a little nervous still, I guess she didn't like the fact that I was seeing what she normally reserved for her boyfriend. I gently took the vibrator from between her labia. My finger made its way inside Becky's vaginal cavity. The beautiful warm, moist heat of her vagina felt good on my finger. I slowly moved my finger in and out of her, all the way to the third knuckle. I saw her shoulders sag, as the fight left her body. I slowly masturbated Becky's vagina as she stood in front of me, and soon I was hearing the sweet sounds of pleasure emanate from her. Her vagina got wetter by the second; my finger was having its desired effect on my slave. Becky's pubic hair was getting damp now that her vagina was wet. I stopped, and removed my finger from her vagina. 

"Oh master, please don't stop." She quietly begged.

"Don't worry Becky, there's more where that came from. Just later, is all." I explained. 

I stood up, my pants by my ankles. I stepped out of them.

"Have a seat please." 

When Becky was seated by her two friends, I stood up. I paced back and forth in front of my three girls, and developed a ponderous look upon my face.

"Ok," I started, "I think I have you girls figured out."

The three of them were staring intently at me, following my pacing with their gazes.

"Mallory, you seem to be the bitch of the group. Stubborn even." I surmised.

"Master..." She was speechless.

"Now, I'm not saying that's a bad thing. Every group needs one." I said somewhat soothingly.

"Shannon, you're the slut of the bunch." Shannon looked a little pissed at that comment.

"Oh, don't worry Shannon that will come in handy with me later. Trust me."

Shannon's look softened. 

"Becky, it's you I don't get." I mused.

"How so, master?" She asked concerned, looking at her friends for guidance. 

"You don't seem to fit in with this group."

"But, master... We've all been friends since elementary school." Becky protested.

"You're a follower, Becky. You do what your friends want, not what you want."

The look on her face told me I was right. She looked at her friends with an apologetic look on her face.

"See what I mean?" I asked.

"You have innocence about you. You don't seem to fit into this group dynamic." 

"I'm not a virgin, master." Becky said with a nervous chuckle.

"I never said you were. How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Umm, three." 

"And how many have seen you naked?"

"Just one. Cody."

"Ahh yes, Mr. Deblois. How could I have possibly forgotten about him?"

Becky's face blanched. "You know Cody?"

"I know a lot more about you and your friends than you might imagine." I replied rather smugly.

I stared at my slaves naked bodies as they sat obediently on the couch in front of me. They were sitting with their legs shut, hiding their young vaginas from me.

Spread your legs for me ladies. 

Their legs spread slightly, exposing their three young, tight vaginas. 

I knelt down in front of Becky first. I gently spread her legs wider so I could get my face close to her vulva. It was still wet from earlier. I could smell her now, I leaned in closer. I licked her labia with the tip of my tongue, a tiny gasp escaping from her. I slid the tip of my tongue into her vagina, past her labia, and teased her clitoris for a few seconds.

"Do you like that Becky?"

"Yes..." She whispered.

"Does your precious Cody do this for you?" 

"No... Please don't stop." She begged.

I stood up, I heard Becky's moan of disappointment. I smiled to myself, I had a plan.

"Mallory, come here." 

Mallory jumped to her feet, she didn't want to disappoint me again. She stood in front of me, and I cupped one of her firm eighteen year old breasts in my hand. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Mallory, get on your knees and pleasure your friend Becky for me." I commanded her.

Without a word, Mallory turned from me and assumed her position on her knees between her friends spread thighs.

"Master, I don't know what to do though." She mildly protested.

"Don't worry, Becky will guide you." I said, chuckling.

"Becky, you are in control of Mallory now. She will pleasure you like I just did."

"Come here Shannon." 

Shannon rose to her feet and walked toward me. I watched her slender, naked body move across the floor. When she was beside me, I put my hand on her narrow ass, and pulled her into me.

Instinctively, her hand made its way to my chest under my shirt. 

"You may undress me Shannon."

As Shannon pulled my shirt over my head, I watched as Mallory pensively made her way between Becky's thighs. Slowly she moved in, and then she hesitated. 

"Get in there Mallory." I ordered. 

Mallory pushed her face closer to Becky's waiting vagina. Then she complied. I could tell because I saw Becky stiffen at the sensation of her friends tongue invading her vagina.

I allowed Shannon to undress me completely so that all four of us were naked. When I was fully undressed, Shannon continued to stroke my bare chest. I looked down at her slender teenage fingers as they played with my chest hair. Shannon, it appeared, was totally enthralled with her friend's actions. Her eyes never left the spectacle of her best friend going down on Becky, as she absent-mindedly stroked my chest. I stared at Mallory's teenage C cups as they swayed beneath her as she moved. Becky was now leaning back against the couch with her legs spread wide. Little moans started to escape from Becky as she enjoyed her friends servicing of her vagina. 

I took Shannon's little face in my hand and turned her head toward me. Leaning in, I tilted her head up and kissed her deeply on the lips, she tasted like candy. Her hand came up and caressed my face; her eyes were soft, and filled with passion. I broke off the kiss, and Shannon looked at me expectantly. I guided her to the couch, and gently pushed her into a seated position. Once she was seated, I turned her head towards Becky. Becky looked over at Shannon, and they started kissing. 

Shannon, I want you to finger yourself. Let me see how you masturbate. 

Shannon's slender fingers made their way to her soaked vagina. As she and Becky made out, her fingers made fast little swirls around her labia. Shannon's fingers eventually made their way into her vagina. I watched as her fingers developed a sheen from her juices. 

With Becky and Shannon taken care of, I took up position behind Mallory. I placed my hands on her slender hips and guided my rock hard penis into her wet, waiting vagina. I thrust into her forcefully, and heard a grunt come from her. I continued my forceful thrusts and started hearing the wet, sucking noises from her dripping vaginal cavity. It was dark outside now, and the windows were like mirrors. So I could see myself fucking Mallory from behind. My thrusts were so forceful that her breasts were swaying wildly beneath her. Mallory was grunting and moaning loudly, her noises muffled by Becky's vagina. Becky, who was thoroughly enjoying herself, had her hand on Mallory's head and was pulling Mallory's face into her sex. 

Who was going to be the first to come? I wondered to myself. Who would it be?

I looked over at Shannon, and watched as her bent finger went up and into her vagina. She and Becky had stopped kissing, and the two of them had their heads tilted back with looks of utter ecstasy on their faces. Shannon had her mouth open and was gasping tight little gasps with each finger thrust. Becky, had her mouth open as well, but she looked as if she wasn't breathing. 

Suddenly, I heard a sharp intake of breath from her and saw her body tighten. Her hips, which had been gyrating into Mallory's face, suddenly came up and her body went rigid. Becky was the first to come, and she came hard. Her hips kept gyrating up and into Mallory's face. Mallory kept going, her tongue still licking the inside of Becky's labia. 

Mallory was the next to come. I felt her body stiffen, and she pushed back into me as I fucked her from behind. With my hands still on her hips, I gave her my all, my penis still as hard as when we started. I watched as her back arched, and her body was racked with the spasms of a strong orgasm. Her tight, teenage vagina, contracted around my penis, and I could feel her walls clench and release around my shaft in quick succession.

My orgasm came next. I could feel my penis swell, so I gave a few more good forceful pumps into her exposed vagina. A second before my penis exploded inside her, I pulled out and blew my load all over her back and ass, some making it into her hair. As my orgasm shot all over her back, some of my cum started to slowly drip down the crack of her beautiful, smooth teenage ass. Mallory and Becky were breathing heavily; Mallory looked up at Becky from between her legs.

"Thank you Mal," Becky sighed, "you were awesome."

Mallory smiled at her friend. "No problem, Becks." 

Mallory started the clean Becky's vaginal juices off her face, when I got an idea.

"Becky, don't be rude. Help your friend. After all, you made this mess."

Becky got down off the couch and knelt in front of her friend, their young, supple breasts touching. Becky leaned in and started to gingerly lick her slick fluids off Mallory's face. Mallory closed her eyes at the sensation, thoroughly enjoying the moment. When Mallory's face was clean, I gave another order to Becky.

"Becky, your friend Mallory has quite the sticky mess on her back. Won't you clean it for her?"

Becky moved behind Mallory and started licking my cum off of Mallory's back. Starting between Mallory's shoulder blades and slowly, methodically making her way down to her ass. I watched as Becky got on her hands and knees to get to the small of Mallory's back. Becky's breasts swayed, as they hung below her.

Shannon was still masturbating beside us, and I turned my attention to her. Shannon was close too, her breath coming in tiny gasps. I started getting hard again, watching her slick fingers pound her young vagina. Moments later, Shannon too, succumbed to her orgasm. Loud, little yelps soon started coming from her, as her body shook with each powerful wave. Shannon's fingers slowed as her orgasm subsided. Once Shannon, Becky, and Mallory were finished I ordered them to sit on the sofa. 

I stood there looking at my three naked teenage slaves, their firm, tight stomachs rising and falling with each deep breath. Their young breasts heaving with each gulp of air. I looked down and saw Becky's purse at the end of the sofa, on the floor. Retrieving her purse, I opened it and rummaged through the contents. Typical young woman stuff, I searched until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out Becky's cell phone, it was an iPhone. I turned on the camera and thumbed it over to video mode, and then I started filming my young starlets. From left to right I panned, first was Mallory, then Shannon, and finally Becky. 

The three of you will repeat the following phrase. "I, state your name, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master." I ordered telepathically.

I panned to the left again, and started with Mallory. Mallory tightened her ponytail before speaking.

"I, Mallory Gaertner, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master." Mallory said with a soft voice. 

I panned over to Shannon. 

"I, Shannon Sones, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master." Shannon dutifully stated.

Last, but certainly not least, Becky.

"I, Becky Chadburn, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master." Becky said with a smile.




The Power of Touch Ch. 06



I returned to Faye's house Saturday night, after enjoying my three young slaves for most of Saturday. Faye and the kids were out when I got home, so I decided to busy myself with my growing panty collection. I started with Faye and Allyson. I pulled their panties out of the box I found in Faye's house. I had wrapped the wedding rings I had taken from them in their underwear, so I unfolded their panties to have a look. There they were their wedding bands and engagement rings. As I unfolded Allyson's panties, her rings fell out and rolled under the bed. Shit. I got on my hands and knees and retrieved them. I placed them carefully back in their lace home, I was getting aroused looking at these professions of love nestled into the satin and lace of their lingerie. I had an idea. 

An hour later, headlights played across the living room walls as Faye's van pulled into the driveway. I heard three doors close and Ray and Anissa giggling as they walked to the front door. When they got in they saw me and the kids ran to me and gave me two big hugs.

"Uncle Jeff!" They screamed in my ear. 

"You wouldn't believe this!" Ray gushed. "Mom took us to a movie!" 

"Yeah!" Anissa yelled excitedly. "And we got to have popcorn and Pepsi, too!" 

"Aww, that's good." I replied.

Faye just tiredly beamed at me. 

"Ok you two, bedtime!" She ordered.

"Aww, but mom..." They protested. 

"No buts. It's late and you two are going to bed. You know the deal." She retorted.

"Ok." Came their deflated replies.

Ray and Anissa trudged to their rooms in mock defeat, with Faye following them.

Fifteen minutes later Faye returned, and sat down beside me. 

"Hey Faye, do you have a sewing kit around here?" I asked

"I'm a marine's wife. Of course I do. Why do you ask?"

"Can you get it for me? I need you to sew something for me."

Obediently, Faye rose and retrieved the sewing kit from one of the kitchen drawers. While Faye was doing that, I went and got both hers and Allyson's panties from the collection. Faye returned and sat down beside me. I looked at the kit and saw various colored threads, some needles and pins. 

"Do you want me to fix something for you?" Faye asked.

"No, what I want you to do for me is sew your wedding rings to the panties I took from you. Do the same for Allyson's too, will you?"

"Of course, master." Faye responded. "Where on my panties do you want them sewn?"

I hadn't thought of that. Where should I have them sewn? 

"Umm, good question. How about in the crotch? Right where your vagina would sit." 

"Ok master."

I watched as Faye's fingers deftly sewed the wedding bands to the crotches of both hers and Allyson's panties. 

Faye finished both pair fairly quickly, I guess she has experience sewing, and handed over her finished work for me to inspect.

"Very nice, thank you." I said.

I looked at Faye, and noticed that she looked a little drawn, and exhausted

"Are you ok Faye?" I asked. "You look tired." 

"I'm just feeling a little off, master." She answered. 

"Ever since the movie. Maybe I ate too much popcorn." She chuckled lightly.

"Hmm, could be." I offered. "Why don't you go to bed?"

"Yeah, that's sounds like a plan." She conceded.

Faye sat there, and cuddled into me, for another half an hour. Then she excused herself.

"I'm sorry master; I'm not much 'fun' tonight." She apologized.

To be honest, after the night I just had with my teenage slaves, I could use the break.

"Don't be silly Faye. If you're sick, you're sick, right?" 

Faye leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. 

"Thank you master, good night." Faye stood to head for the bedroom.

I watched her leave, still in love with her ass. Someday, I swear, I'm gonna penetrate her sweet, round ass. I've never had anal sex before, but the thought of penetrating a woman where a penis doesn't belong, kind of intrigued me. Maybe there's a degree of humiliation involved for the woman, to have a man fuck her in the ass. I just don't know. 

I sat on the couch and tried to kill time with the TV. I made it about an hour, and then I stood and stretched. Guess I'll call it a night. I ambled to the bedroom, and stripped naked. Once I slipped between the sheets, I discovered that Faye was sleeping nude as well. She was facing away from me, so I lifted the sheets and looked at her full, round ass. I got hard with the view. I caressed her cheeks, and sighed as I lowered the sheets. There was nothing I could do about it now. I spooned wit Faye, and reached around and cupped her right breast, her nipple resting between my fingers. Faye let out a little moan, and I fell asleep with my rock hard penis nestled between her ass cheeks, in the heat of the crack of her ass.

In the morning, I awoke to Faye's alarm going off. Faye was not in bed with me, so I guessed she must have been in the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush, and the sink run. Then Faye emerged from the bathroom. 

"I'm sorry master," she apologized once she saw that I was awake, "did I wake you?"

"No, not at all." I replied.

"Feeling any better?" I asked, hoping to get some nice morning sex before Faye woke her kids for school.

"Sorry, no. I just threw up." She said meekly.

"No problem." I said, trying not to sound disappointed.

"Ok, thanks master." She said as she slid into bed again. "I could just lie here all day." 

"So, why don't you?" I asked.

"I have to take the kids to school." She explained.

"I'll take them," I said, "I'll even get them ready to go."

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that." Faye complained.

"You didn't ask, I offered."

"True enough," Faye conceded, "well, I guess if you don't mind..." 

"Not at all, I'll take care of it. Just relax. Besides, I have some running around to do."

"Oh, master. I wish I could go with you." Faye whined. 

"Oh, it's ok Faye. Just go back to sleep and get better." I said.

After getting dressed in one of my new suits, I left the bedroom and woke Ray and Anissa up. I made them oatmeal for breakfast and was out the door in just under an hour. We drove in relative silence, until Anissa spoke up.

"Uncle Jeff, what's wrong with mom? Why didn't she drive us?"

"Your mom just isn't feeling well, that's all." I replied.

"I hope she feels better soon. I don't like it when mommy's sick." Ray said, sounding worried.

"I'm sure she's fine and just has the flu, or something." I assured them.

"Uncle Jeff?"

"Yes Anissa." 

"Why does mom call you master?" She asked 

"Jessica's mom has a brother, and she calls him Mark, not master."

Oh shit, the back of my throat tightened. I hadn't thought of the kids talking. Man did I feel stupid. 

Anissa and Ray, you will not discuss me with your friends ever again. Is that understood?

Two little obedient "yes masters" came from the back seat.

I feared that the damage was already done though. 

"Who have you guys spoken to about this?" I asked, with slight apprehension.

Answer truthfully you two.

"I just told my best friend Jessica." Anissa admitted.

"I didn't say anything." Ray answered.

"How long ago did you talk to Jessica?

"Umm, last Monday?" Anissa answered.

Christ, that's a whole fucking week. Jessica's mom could have spread that rumor all over the city by now. I hope to hell she's not a gossip. My mind turned for the rest of the trip, and I almost missed the street the school was on. We eventually pulled up to the front, and the two kids bounded out of the van. 

I heard Anissa yell, "Jessica!" As she ran toward another young girl. 

Jessica was an eight year old like Anissa, with blond curly hair. Jessica's mom was gone by now, and I had to think of a plan quickly. I felt that time was of the essence here. 

Anissa, bring your friend over here and introduce me.

I watched, feeling very creepy. I didn't want to do this, but I didn't want this to be spread any more than it already had.

I watched the two girls approach the van, and they came around to the driver's side window. I reached in my pocket and pulled out a couple of five dollar bills. I gave them to Anissa, to make it look like I forgot to give the kids money for the school canteen. 

"Uncle Jeff, this is my best friend Jessica." I was introduced.

"Hi Jessica." I said and extended my hand.

"Hi." Jessica said shyly as she shook my hand.

Jessica Driskell, living at 103 Redwood Lane. Her mom, Debra, works as a nurse at St. Josephine's Hospital. Her dad, Steve, is a foreman for ARCO Construction.

Answer honestly Jessica.

"Did you tell your mom and dad about Anissa's mom calling me master?" 

"Yes, I told my mom." She replied honestly.

"Not your dad?" I asked.

"No, I didn't tell my dad." 

"Ok, thank you girls, go to class now."

The school bell rang, and the two girls ran to the entrance. I saw a teacher stop them and ask about me. Anissa must have given her a satisfactory answer, because the teacher looked at me and smiled and waved. I waved back and put the van into gear. 

At least she didn't tell her dad, but Debra might have told her husband. I'll take a swing by there for a quick look. 

I found Redwood Lane easily enough; an exclusive gated neighborhood nestled amongst evergreens. The front gate was slow to close, and I managed to gain access to the community by following another vehicle in. I found 103 rather quickly, and saw that there was no vehicle in the driveway, so I pulled in and shut the van down. I got out and made my way to the front door. I rang the doorbell, and heard a dog barking inside. I waited a few minutes, when no one answered the door; I made my way around to the back. I had no idea what I was looking for, or why I would go around back, but I went anyway. The backyard was beautifully landscaped, with a nice sized pool in the middle. The pool had various pool toys in and around it. I figured I was just being nosey, so I decided to leave. As I made my way to Faye's van, which seemed out of place in this neighborhood, a security guard in what looked like a retired police car pulled up behind the van. As the security guard copied down the license plate, I walked toward the car. The security guard got out of the car, and as he walked toward me, he hitched up his belt and sniffed. 

"Good day sir." He said kind of smugly.

"Good day." I replied calmly.

"This is private property, and I'm going to have ask you to leave."

"This is the Driskell residence, isn't it?" I asked ignoring his order.

"I can't give out that information sir. This is private property and I'm asking you to leave."

He was getting annoyed. 

"I'm Jeff Bartlet, I'm a contractor, and the Driskells asked me to provide them with a quote. So I'm here getting an estimate for them."

"Do you have any credentials sir?" The over bearing security guard asked.

Perfect, I was hoping he would ask.

"Yeah, right here." I opened my wallet, and extracted a rewards card from a local coffee shop. 

As I handed it over, I brushed his hand, and his mind was mine.

Kyle Montrose, living at 356 - 223 Windmill Way. Kyle was 25 years old, and had a live in girlfriend named Olivia. Olivia was 23 years old and worked as a receptionist at Pampered, a day spa in the suburbs.

"This, uhh, is a coffee card, sir." The security guard said as he looked at it.

"No it's not," I replied, "it's my business card. See? It says JB Contractors."

The security guard looked at it dubiously, then incredulously. 

"I'm sorry sir; I could have sworn it was a coffee card."

"No worries." I said.

"Still, I have no notes here, saying that they permitted this."

I was toying with this pissant.

"Yes, well, seeing as you are now under my control, this is neither here or there." I teased. "Correct?"

"Yes sir." Kyle responded dutifully.

"Sir, I like that." I said. "You may call me that from now on."

"Yes sir, if that's what you wish." He obeyed.

"Now Kyle, seeing as this is an exclusive community, you wouldn't happen to have keys to the residences here. Would you?" I asked surreptitiously. 

"We have access to all residences in case of emergency, but the keys are in our office and must be signed out by the supervisor on duty." He responded.

"Well then, let's go pay the supervisor on duty a visit, shall we?"

"Yes sir. Follow me." 

I got into Faye's van as Kyle climbed into his security car. We drove the five minutes to the security office, and I noted the upscale houses in the neighborhood. Some of the houses had cars in front of them, and Faye's van seemed very out of place here.

We pulled up beside the office, and I followed Kyle in. Once we got inside, I saw a stout older man behind a desk.

"Is this the guy intruding on the Driskell residence?" He asked full of smug importance.

"He's a contractor Ralph; he gave me the proper credentials." Kyle reported to his superior.

"Really. Well, all contractors and work must be Ok'd through us. Let me see your credentials Mr... Sorry, I didn't get your name."

"Bartlett, Jeff Bartlett." I said, as I reached into my pocket to retrieve my wallet. I extracted the same coffee card and handed it over, making sure I brushed his hand with mine.

Ralph Dysarthria, aged sixty seven, and widowed for four and a half years. Ralph lived at 320 - 1253 Richardson Avenue.

Ralph, I am your master now, and you will do as I say. Understood?

Ralph handed the "business" card back and silently nodded his understanding.

"Now, you two, what I want is access to the Driskell residence. 

"Yes sir." Ralph said, as he turned to open a cabinet with the residents' keys inside. 

Beside the key holder, there was a map of the gated community. The map showed that the community only had about thirty or so residences in it.

Ralph retrieved the proper key, and gave it to Kyle.

"Ok Kyle, let's go." I ordered. 

"Yes sir."

I followed Kyle in his security car, and when we got to the residence, I had Kyle give me the key. I dismissed Kyle, and told him I would lock up when I am done. When Kyle had left; I made my way to the front door and let myself in. 

The door closed behind me with a soft click, and I set about my exploration of the Driskell abode. Everything was neat and tidy; I made my way into the living room, and noticed a family portrait on the wall. The Driskell family had four members. There was Debra, Steve, Jessica, and an unknown teenage girl staring back at me from the frame. 

Debra was a medium build woman with reddish blonde hair. She was a beautiful woman, and my penis twitched as I looked at her beaming smile. Steve was a larger man with reddish-brown hair, and looked strong as an ox. He had what looked like an awkward smile on his face. Jessica was a pretty little girl, with a pink bow in her curly blonde hair. The mystery girl, Jessica's sister, had long, straight, red hair that framed her pretty, freckled face. The mystery girl, had a nice body, and wore a dress that allowed her young breasts some cleavage.

I left the living room, and made my way down the hall. There were doors on both sides of the hall, and I opened them one by one. The first appeared to be Jessica's bedroom. The second was a bathroom, and the third was the mystery girl's bedroom. On the desk in the room, there were a few textbooks piled neatly. I opened one of the texts and noticed its subject was on Calculus. Inside the front cover was a name written in large loopy letters. The mystery girls name was Emma. Apparently, Emma went to college. I turned my attention away from her text book, and opened a drawer in her dresser. My penis leaped to life, it was Emma's panty drawer. I started thumbing through her panties, and imagined them on her. There really wasn't anything overly sexy in her drawer, but still, just the fact that I was invading her privacy was intoxicating enough. In the corner of her room, I saw a laundry hamper with dirty laundry inside. I walked over and lifted the lid. Inside, not surprisingly, it was half full of dirty clothes. Her nightstand had a picture of a handsome teenage boy, which I presumed was her boyfriend. I opened the drawer on her nightstand, and found a little notebook. I flipped open the cover and found dated entries, it was her diary. I read a few of the entries, and found nothing of interest. I put it back and closed the drawer. I meandered around the room for a few minutes, rifling through her closet, looking at her wardrobe. She dressed nicely enough, and the size of her clothes suggested she was of average height and weight. I eventually left the teenage girls bedroom and moved on further down the hall. 

I came to a door at the end of the hall, and opened it. The master bedroom. I moved to the nicely made bed, sat down, and opened the nightstand drawer. It was Debra's nightstand, and in the drawer, right on top of all the junk in there was Debra's "best friend". Her vibrator. It was a slender, silver model. I picked it up, and turned it on. It vibrated in my hand, and I grew hard just thinking of Mrs. Driskell pleasuring herself with it. I turned it off, and ran it under my nose. Nothing, apparently she kept it clean. I stood, and explored the master bedroom some more. I found Debra's panty drawer, and sorted through her intimates. I found a nice, flimsy, lacy pair that left nothing to the imagination. I folded them into my pocket, and continued my invasion. Right below her panty drawer, I found her bras. I searched through them, and found the matching bra to the panties. They were a pale blue colour, and sheer. 

I left the master bedroom, and continued my expedition, deeper into the Driskell household. I found my way into the basement, and found it was a large rec room, with what looked like a very large, and expensive flat screen TV, with all the accoutrements that go with it. The basement also housed the laundry room and utility room as well. I made my way back upstairs, and stood in the front foyer for a second. I had to piss like a racehorse, so I made my way to the bathroom I saw earlier. As I finished, I flushed the toilet, and washed my hands. As I turned off the tap, that's when I heard it. The sound of a key in the front door.

Oh shit, the van. It was in the driveway. 

"Hello?" Came a young, timid female voice. 

Emma.

"Hello?" A little louder.

"No, I don't think anyone is here. Yes, the door was locked." Emma must be talking on her cell.

"Ok, yes dad. I'll call security." A pause. "Yes, I'm sure everything is fine."

"Yeah, ok, I love you too."

I heard a faint beep, as she terminated the call. 

Ralph, Kyle, you are about to receive a phone call from the Driskell residence. You will tell her that you are aware of the van, and you talked to the owner. There is a tow truck on the way.

I heard Emma punching in the security guards phone number, and a pause.

"Yes, hello? This is Emma Driskell..." 

I left the bathroom quietly, and hid myself in the room across from the bathroom. Shit, it was Emma's. I quietly tucked myself deeply into her closet, and softly closed the bi-fold doors. There was a crack between the two doors, big enough for me to see out of. 

"... Oh, ok. So there's nothing to be worried about?" Emma had developed a stronger, more confident voice now.

"Ok, thank you. Bye." Beep. 

Emma padded into her room. She was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and socks. She had been jogging, judging by the sweat stains between her breasts, visible on the grey t-shirt she was wearing. Her hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail. I watched as Emma stripped off her shirt. It clung to her sweaty body as she pulled it over her head. Next she removed her shorts, and stripped off her sports bra. Her firm, young breasts gave the slightest jiggle as the sports bra was pulled off. Emma stood there in her panties for a few seconds, evaluating herself in the mirror.




The Power of Touch Ch. 06



"Well Emma," I heard her say to herself, "you're looking good, girl."

With that, Emma left the bedroom. I breathed a sigh of relief. A few moments later, I heard the water in the bathroom running, and then the shower kicked in. I let myself out if the closet, and made my way to the bathroom. Emma was facing away from me, bent over removing her panties. 

Nice ass, I thought to myself. Emma pushed the curtain to the side and stepped in. I could see her naked body, obscured slightly by the plastic shower curtain. I watched as Emma unknowingly performed for me. I was aroused instantly. I crept silently into the bathroom, and retrieved her soiled panties. I folded her sweaty panties into my pocket, and backed out quietly. Quietly, I got undressed. I re-entered the bathroom, and made my way to the shower. She was facing away from me as I parted the curtain, and reached in. I softly touched her slippery, wet back. I felt her tense up.

It's ok Emma, it's your master.

Emma Driskell, aged nineteen years. Her bra size was 32 C. She worked at the Wendy's on Brazier and Main. Her boyfriend, Anthony Middleton, attended the same college as Emma and was unemployed.

I felt the stress melt away from her, she started to turn around.

No, don't turn around.

She turned back, as I ran my hand down her wet back. My hand cupped her little ass, as I pressed my thumb into her crack. I heard Emma sigh. 

"Are you the one Jess was talking about?" She asked softly. "That ladies master?"

"Yes." I answered her truthfully, "And by the end of the day, I will own your family."

"Master," She started, still facing away from me, "I have a boyfriend."

"Hmm, yes, well that won't be a problem. " I stated matter-of-factly.

I climbed in the shower behind Emma.

"Now, slave, turn around."

Emma turned slowly, and looked up into my eyes. 

"So beautiful," I murmured as I cupped her little face in the palm of my hand.

"Thank you, master." Emma whispered.

The water was running in a rivulet, between her young firm breasts. I fondled Emma's breast, as I watched her face. Emma closed her eyes, and moaned. Emma stiffened a little, as I took my hand from her pretty, little face and caressed her wet taut stomach. My fingers played their way down her belly towards her Mons. There, my fingers twisted in her wet pubic hair before eventually finding their way down to her tight, young vagina. I played with her vagina, never actually penetrating her sweet vaginal lips. Emma took in a sharp intake of breath.

"What's the matter, Emma?" I teased. "Doesn't your boyfriend, touch you like this?"

"Yes..." Her sweet voice trailed off.

"What else does he do to you?" I asked.

"He, uh, he kinda licks me down there." She sounded breathless, and embarrassed at the same time. 

"Is that all?" I asked my new slave. "Does he put his fingers inside your vagina?"

"Yesss," She breathed. A slight smile played across her face.

"Like this" I asked as I gently pushed my fingers into her warm, waiting cavity.

"Ooh... yes." She shivered in the warm water.

I slowly masturbated her until her knees got weak. Emma's breath got heavy, and she placed her hands on my chest. I watched as her hands balled up into little fists, as she tried to control her pleasure. Then Emma screwed her eyes shut, and bit her bottom lip. I could tell she was close; she was letting out little sounds of ecstasy as she did her best to control herself. Her vagina was extremely wet, a different wetness than the water that was running down her tight body. As I gently continued to masturbate her, I bent my head down to her wet breasts. I slowly licked her nipples before taking one of them into my mouth; the sensation of her nipple being sucked into my mouth, and my finger pleasuring her vagina was too much for Emma to control. Her knees gave way, and her slippery nipple was pulled from my mouth with a light pop. Emma fell to her knees and sat there for a few minutes, gasping for breath. 

Emma, suck your masters penis. 

Emma raised her hands up to my erect penis, and gently stroked it with her fingertips. 

Don't forget the balls, Emma. 

She took my penis firmly in one hand, and gently cupped my scrotum with the other. Emma moved her head closer to my crotch. My newest acquisition lifted my penis up, and started licking my scrotum, playing with one of my testicles with her tongue. Then she started moving up my shaft, gingerly playing the tip of her tongue up the thick vein beneath. Emma finally took my penis into her sweet mouth and slowly, passionately, worked her lips up and down its length. I tilted my head back, and enjoyed the sensation. 

That's when we heard it.

"Emma?" came a female voice from the hallway.

Shit... someone was here.

Emma quickly stood up and poked her head out of the shower.

"Mom?" she asked incredulously. "What are you doing home?"

"I came home to get something I forgot this morning." Her mom replied. 

"The question is why you aren't at work?" Debra asked her daughter.

"My shift got changed." Emma quickly lied.

"Oh. Ok sweetie." Came the reply.

Get out of the shower Emma. 

Debra had moved deeper into the house to get whatever it was that she had forgotten. I was sending Emma out to act as a distraction. I had to play this one carefully. If Debra saw me and called anyone, then I was screwed. I'll just wait in the shower until Debra left. 

Emma dried off, with me watching from behind the curtain. When she was finished, she wrapped a towel around her petite body and stepped out of the bathroom. I heard the two of them talking and Emma was keeping up her ruse quite well. I was starting to get cold in the shower now that the water had been shut off.

C'mon Debbie. Just leave, I have plans for your daughter. I thought maliciously to myself. 

Of course, I was going to come back later and make Debbie mine too. 

As I waited, hiding and shivering in the shower, I thought of the things I would do to the both of them and my semi hard penis re-inflated itself again. That's when I heard the bathroom door close. I peeked around the curtain and saw Debbie with her back to me; she was pulling down her pants. As she sat herself on the toilet, she pulled her panties to her knees. I heard her pee trickle into the water. I began picturing her exposed vagina, wondering what her pubic hair looked like. 

I had an idea. Why should I wait to make them both mine, I could do it right now. 

Emma, come back into the bathroom please.

With that, I gently pulled back the curtain.

Debra gasped and tried to scream, but no sound would come from her open mouth. She looked so vulnerable, sitting on the toilet with her pants by her ankles. I looked at her appraisingly.

"Who... who are you?" She whispered hoarsely. 

Just then Emma opened the door and saw me standing, butt naked, in front of her mother. Debra's eyes shot from me to her daughter. 

"Who is this Emma?" Her mother demanded.

"He's my master mom."

Tell her that I'm her master too."

Emma obeyingly obliged. "And now, he'll be your master too."

Debra shot her eyes back to me, and said with spite in her voice. "No one is my master."

I looked at her with mock sympathy in my eyes. 

"Oh Debra, you just don't get it do you?"

"Get what?" She hissed. "And how do you know my name?"

"I got it off of Jessica this morning."

Fear shot into Debra's eyes.

"Don't you dare touch my little girl."

Too late, I thought to myself. Even though I would never do anything to Jessica, she was still my slave. 

Debra was still seated on the toilet, but was now trying to cover her privates with her arms. 

Hmm, now was my chance. I reached down and pushed Debra's hair behind her ear, making sure I grazed her ear with my hand. 

Debra Driskell, age forty two. She weighed one hundred and ninety five pounds, and had a bra size of 40 D. I already knew the rest. Time to cement my control over her.

"Move your hands Debra; I want to see your vagina."

Debra acquiesced to my order, and her hands moved to her sides.

"Well, finish up Debbie; you don't want to be unclean for your new master do you?"

I let Debbie retain a small portion of control of her mind.

Silently, Debra took some toilet paper from the roll beside her, and wiped herself. She never took her eyes off me. 

"Does that get you off?" She asked disgustedly. "Watching a woman pee and wipe herself?"

"Yeah... it does." I replied. "It's one of the most private moments a woman can have to herself, and it shows you that your privacy means nothing to me."

"Has Steve ever witnessed this?" I asked. 

"No, we respect each other's privacy." She replied. 

"Well, privacy is not in your vocabulary anymore."

I motioned for her to stand up, which she did. Her pants were still pooled around her ankles, as I pulled her forcefully into me. Debra's body did not resist.

"I am your master Debra, whether you like it or not, and you will do as I say, when I say."

"Is that clear?"

"Perfectly."

You will refer to me as Master Debra.

"Perfectly, master." Debra said.

"Very good." I replied.

I still had my hands around her slightly thick waist, and had my face in hers.

"Now, I want you to be rest assured, that I treat my slaves fairly, and do not hurt them."

A tiny wave of relief swept across Debra's face.

"But, you WILL comply with my wishes. For if you don't, some form of discipline will be in order." I said sternly. "Is this understood?

"Yes master." 

But only one of my slaves responded. It was Emma.

"Debra?" I asked.

"Is this understood?"

"Yes... Master."

She looked angry.

"What's the matter now, Debra?" I asked tiredly.

"I belong to no man." She said spittingly.

"What about Steve?"

"He's not my master. He's my HUSBAND."

This was not going as well as I had thought. She was fighting this.

"But you obey my orders, why?"

"I don't know what you have done to me, or my daughter, but I want it stopped right now."

"Mom, just obey him. Allow him to control you." Emma begged her.

I was getting a little impatient. She was under my control, but not completely.

Slap her!

It was the deep voice that gave me the power to begin with. I hesitated.

Slap her, and teach her, her place. She needs to be taught.

I reached up and harshly slapped Debra across the right cheek. My hand stung from the blow.

Debra gasped and tears welled up in her eyes. She rubbed her cheek which was turning red.

"Now. Let's try this again, shall we?"

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, Master." She said dejectedly.

"And you will do as I say? When I say?"

"Yes, Master." She was calming down.

"I didn't want to slap you, you know. I do not like hurting my slaves. Now, please do not make me do it again."

"I'm sorry Master. This is just new to me."

"What about my husband?" she asked deploringly.

"What about him? You will still live with him." I explained. "And if I allow it, you may sleep with him and carry on like normal married people."

"Oh, thank you master." She said, sounding genuine.

That's what I get for allowing her some control. 

Debra had put on some weight since the family portrait was taken, but her body appeared to be well proportioned. I wouldn't know, of course, until I stripped her of her clothes. Which I had every intention of doing. 

Debra was doing her best to avoid eye contact with me, so I lifted her chin with a crooked finger. She had beautiful blue eyes, and I stared deeply into them. In her eyes, I saw something. Rage maybe? Fear? Who knows? All I know is that I have what I want. Just a little quicker than I had anticipated.

Kiss me Debra. 

My forty two year old slave leaned in and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"That's not a kiss." I teased. "Kiss me like you kiss your husband."

Debra tilted her head back and kissed me on the mouth, deeply. I returned her kiss. 

I moved my hands down to Debra's, naked ass, cupped her right cheek and gave it a little squeeze.

"Who does this belong to, Debra?" I breathed into her ear.

"You, master." She whispered.

"That's right." I said as I rubbed her smooth skin, and ran my finger along the crack of her ass.

Next I placed one hand up her blouse, and cupped a breast.

"And these?" 

"You, Master."

"Very good."

I took my hand off her ass, and removed my other one from her blouse. 

"Show your master your breasts, Debra."

She fulfilled my wish, and started to unbutton her blouse. When her blouse was undone, she spread it open and shrugged it off.

She stood there in nothing but her pants pooled by her ankles, and just a bra. Debra just stared at me.

"Well?" I asked. "Your bra too."

Debra reached around behind her and unclasped her bra, she slid the straps off her soft shoulders and pulled her bra free of her breasts.

"Your bra, give it to me."

She handed over the garment without arguing. I stared at my newest slave and appraised her naked body. 

She was a little overweight, but everything was proportional, and she looked good.

"Very nice," I said, "you fit nicely with my collection."

"Thank you master."

I brought her bra up to my nose and sniffed. It smelled like her soft skin. My hand made it way up to her breast and cupped it. Her breast felt soft and cool to the touch. Her breasts had a slight sag to them, and her nipples were just starting to point down. Still, for a woman her age, her breasts were surprisingly firm. I lifted one of her breasts to my mouth and I kissed it. Then, I took her nipple into my mouth and started to softly suck on her nipple. My other hand made it way around to her ass again. 

"Mmm" Debra moaned. 

Emma still stood there watching as I violated her mother.

Emma, come here.

Obediently, Emma made her way over to the two of us.

The two of you kiss.

I watched with fascination as their lips met.

I reached down and started to slowly rub my two slaves' vaginas.

Emma's vagina was extremely wet. Apparently she enjoyed the sight of her mother being handled by a stranger. Debra's vagina was just developing a wetness to it. I slowly, and gently inserted my fingers into their two waiting vaginas. As mother and daughter continued to kiss, I masturbated the two of them. Slowly, but surely, their hips began to move slightly. Emma brought her hand up and cupped her mother's breast. Debra took Emma's lead, and gently started massaging her daughter's breast. 

Suddenly, I felt a hand gently start to stroke my hard cock. I looked down and was surprised to see Debra's hand caressing my penis. I looked at her, and noticed that she was looking at me as she was making out with her daughter.

Debra broke the kiss with her daughter, and started to kiss me on the lips. Emma took my ear lobe into her mouth and started to softly nibble at it. Holy fuck. This was getting to be too much for me, and I had to stop Debra's stroking. I didn't want to waste any cum. I took the two of them by their hands and led them from the bathroom. I guided my two slaves to the master bedroom. As we were walking, I felt Debra's wedding rings under my thumb, and I played with them all the way.

Once we entered the bedroom, I had my slaves stand side by side in front of me. 

I gently pushed Debra onto the bed, then Emma. The both lay down beside each other; Emma's breasts firm upon her chest, Debra's hanging slightly to the sides. Both my slaves' legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. I knelt between the two of them and placed one hand on each of their legs. My hands slowly moved up their silky skin, and moved onto their soft inner thighs. The tips of my fingers brushed both vaginas, and I was pleased to find them moist. Debra spread her legs a little wider. I moved over, between her spread thighs, and looked longingly at her mature lips. Debra had a hairy vagina, I liked that. I inserted my finger in her moist vagina, and slowly masturbated her. My finger was glistening by the third insertion, and I knew I had her. I took Debra's labia into my mouth, and tasted her saltiness. Her vagina had an alluring scent that drew me in. I gently sucked on her labia, and gave her a slight nibble. I backed off slightly, and then parted her labia with my tongue. Debra gasped as I gently lapped at her vagina, moving up I found her clitoris. I played my tongue across her clit for a few seconds, before going lower and inserting my tongue deeper into her vaginal crevasse. It didn't take much of my stimulation to get her going, before long Debra started moving her hips. I placed my hands on her soft hips, and tried guiding them. Debra had other plans though, and she ground her hips deep into my face. This excited me, and I tried to get my tongue as deep as I could into her. Debra's saltiness gave way to slick, vaginal juices that coated my mouth and nose. I could smell her musk all over my face. Debra arched her back, and I knew she was climaxing. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, and she had the covers balled up in her fists. I looked up, over her pubic hair, and saw her substantial breasts heaving. Then, I saw something that startled me. Emma had moved her face close to Debra, and started kissing her mother. Debra kissed her daughter back, and was in such ecstasy she looked like she was about to cry. Suddenly, Debra gave a slight muffled scream, as she hit her orgasm. Her hips shot up and held their position, and then slowly came down. Debra's chest heaved with deep breaths as she lay there completely satisfied. 

I moved over to Emma. Sweet Emma, her vagina was sopping wet as I took her labia into my mouth. I didn't waste any time with this one. I immediately thrust my tongue deep into her waiting teenage vagina. Her vagina wasn't as salty as Debra's, but it was just as pleasurable. My tongue hurt from my repeated, forceful thrusts, but I kept at it. I pulled away, and started to stimulate her clitoris. The tip of my tongue ran playfully over her clitoris, and sent waves of pleasure through my slave's body. Emma took less time to reach her climax than her mom did. Emma's vagina was extremely wet and I swear I could feel it pulsating as she neared her own orgasm. I toyed with her clit some more, fiercely moving my tongue over her. Emma's hips were bucking as she started into her orgasm. Muffled gasps of pleasure escaped her little mouth, as she continued to kiss her mother deeply. Just like her mother, her hips shot up, and relaxed as she came. I wiped my face off on her silken thighs, and stood up. I motioned for my two satisfied slaves to get to their feet. They both stood wordlessly, their thighs glistening with their juices beneath their vaginas. 

On your knees.

My two slaves slowly sank to their knees, and looked up at me. Emma took my penis in her hand, and started to stroke it. Debra moved in and kissed my penis whenever her daughters hand moved down the shaft. Emma took my penis and licked the tip with her teenage tongue, then took me into her mouth and gently sucked. Debra watched her daughter suck my penis and started to stoke Emma's hair, as if in encouragement. I watched Emma's head move back and forth on my shaft under the watchful eye of her mom. Debra's other hand moved to my scrotum and softly started massaging my testicles. I reached down and took her left breast in my hand, finding her hard nipple. Debra turned her attention to me, and maintained eye contact, a small hint of a smile appeared. Debra then, turned her attention to my penis, and softly took it from her daughter's mouth. My penis quickly disappeared into the soft warmth of her forty two year old mouth. Emma reached up and softly massaged her mother's large breasts. Debra gave head better than her daughter, and I knew that Steve was a lucky man to have had her. I watched my married slave work her mouth up the shaft, using her tongue tactically to provide me with greater pleasure. 




The Power of Touch Ch. 06



With pleasure mounting, I took my penis from Debra's mouth, and placed it in Emma's waiting maw. Emma took it eagerly. I pulled Debra to her feet and softly kissed her on the lips. Debra returned the kiss with soft passion, her tongue darting into my mouth. Her possession was complete. I now owned her, and her daughter. I withdrew my penis from Emma's mouth and pulled her to her feet as well. There, I kissed Emma and Debra each in turn. Every now and then, I would allow the two of them to kiss. I stepped away, and bent both of them over the end of the bed.

Staring at both of their asses, I knelt down behind them. I entered Debra first, her glistening labia greedily accepting my penis. Her vagina was warm and wet as I penetrated her for the first time.

Face me Emma; watch me fuck your mother.

Emma turned and sat on her knees, she watched as my penis disappeared into her mother's waiting vaginal cavity. I saw Emma's hands move down toward her crotch as she started to finger herself.

Debra was moaning with pleasure. Her wetness, spread from her labia, to her thighs, to the crack of her ass. I gently fucked Debra, with my hands on her soft, smooth hips. Debra had her head turned to the side, and I saw a look of satisfaction on her sweet, beautiful face. I watched as her ass rippled from the soft penetration of my penis, my hips hitting hers. Emma had her head back now, and I could sense that she was close to climax. I pulled my glistening penis out of Debra's vagina and turned toward Emma. 

Emma looked at my glistening penis, and took it in her mouth. She licked all of her mother's juices off the shaft, until it was completely clean.

"Do you like that Emma?" I asked haltingly. "Do you like how your mother tastes?"

Emma just gave a cute little nod. I could feel my climax building as Emma continued to suck my penis clean. 

Debra kneel beside you daughter.

Emma and Debra were side by side, with Emma continuing to softly suck my penis. I felt my scrotum tighten in anticipation so I pulled my penis from Emma's mouth and held it in front of their pretty faces. Debra moved in close to her daughter just as my penis let go a spasm of ejaculation. The majority of the first load landed on Debra's eyes and nose, with a little bit landing in her hair. I turned to the left, and caught Emma with my second spasm. This one wasn't as strong and the majority landed on Emma's chin. I concentrated on Emma's face now, and shot my remaining cum her way, most of it landing on her breasts and inner thighs. I waited until I was finished, then I issued another order.

"Ok you two, clean each other up."

I watched eagerly as Debra moved first. Gently, she lowered herself to Emma's glistening thighs, and ran her tongue subtly over the soft skin. Emma spread her legs so that her mother could have easier access. She made sure she got every last drop of cum before moving up to her daughters firm breasts. Debra's tongue slowly moved around Emma's nipples, causing them to harden at the sensation. Her tongue moved into her cleavage, and licked up everything she found. When I was satisfied that she was finished, I motioned for Emma to do the same. Some of my cum had dripped from her mother's face, and onto her fantastic breasts. Emma started there. Slowly she ran her tongue over her mother's heavy breast, lapping my semen up greedily. Finally, she moved up to Debra's pretty face. Emma cupped her mother's face with her left hand and started softly kissing the areas that were coated with my sperm. 

When they were both cleaned off, they knelt there before me, looking up. I walked over, and crawled on the bed, motioning for them to follow. They stood slowly and made their way to me. My two slaves crawled over to where I was lying down, and one lay on each side of me. Both of them caressing my chest, with their soft, slender finger tips. The three of us fell asleep that way, Emma's slender leg draped across mine, and Debra's heavy breast resting on my chest.

Good job with your slave. Came the deep melodic voice. Sometimes, it is necessary to discipline them to put them in their place. It's not easy to do, but it IS a necessary evil. Did you see how quickly she fell into line? You now own Debra and her daughter.

We slept for a solid hour, and woke up near one o'clock in the afternoon. I extricated myself from between my two slaves, and made my way to the bathroom, where I left my clothes. I got dressed and made my way back to the bedroom. My two slaves were stirring. 

"Good afternoon." I said pleasantly.

"Did you have a good nap?" 

"Yes Master, thank you." Debra responded.

"Yes Master, I slept well." Emma's sweet voice chimed in. 

"Good."

I brought out my cell phone, and opened the video recorder.

"I want the two of you to repeat the following sentence."

"I, say your name, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master."

"Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes master!" They both said brightly, as the propped themselves up on their elbows.

I turned my camera toward Emma, and gave her a nod.

"I, Emma Lynn Driskell, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master."

I panned over to Debra, and motioned for her to repeat the sentence.

"I, Debra Leigh Driskell, do surrender my body to my master. No others shall be allowed to touch me, unless allowed by Master."

Nice, I liked how they added their middle names.

"Now, tonight, we will announce to your husband that you no longer belong to him, and you are my property. We will do this over a special dinner that you two will prepare in my honor. Is this understood?"

"Yes master." They responded.

Debra looked a little troubled.

I sighed. "What is it Debra?"

"It's just that Steve and I have a fundraising dinner tonight, and there's only going to be about six or seven couples there. It's very important that we attend." She said, looking worried and scared that she may have angered her master.

I thought about this for a minute. This could work in my favor, I thought to myself.

"Where is this dinner, Debbie?" I asked. "I would like to attend."

My slaves face beamed. "I would love to have you there Master!"

"It's actually just down the street from us. It'll be at 410 Redwood Lane, and dinner is set for 7:30 pm."

She was practically gushing.

"Who will be there?"

"A few of the more well to do couples from the neighborhood." 

Sounds good, I thought to myself, I was starting to develop another plan. One that would see me richer than I had ever imagined. 

"Debra, go make us some coffee will you?"

"Yes Master." She replied.

I watched as her naked body left the room.

"Go get dressed Emma."

"Yes Master."

I followed Emma's naked body to her room. I watched as she opened her panty drawer and selected a pair of panties. She bent at the waist to step into them, and pull them up. Next, she picked up a bra, and slid her arms into it, placed the cups on her nice breasts, and clasped it behind her. She walked to her closet, and selected a nice top and put it on. 

"That's enough. Just stay in your panties for now."

"Yes Master." She said with a smile. 

We left her bedroom, and made our way to the kitchen. There Debra was waiting for the coffee to stop dripping into the coffee pot. I saw three cups, three spoons, and milk and sugar on the kitchen table. Once the coffee stopped brewing, Debra brought it to the table. The three of us made small talk as I killed time until I had to go pick up Faye's kids. Debra sat across from me, so I kept looking at her breasts with their large nipples. Emma sat beside me, and I rubbed her thigh throughout coffee. I looked at my watch after a while, and decided it was time to go. I had half an hour before Ray and Anissa got out. I stood up to leave, and my two slaves stood with me. I kissed Emma on the lips, and walked over to Debra. I gave her a kiss.

"I'll see you later Debra."

"I can't wait master."

Now get dressed you two.

I left my slaves to get dressed, and walked out the door knowing it wouldn't be the last time I was here.

I backed out of the driveway, and left the community. As I was passing through the gate I saw a large pick-up truck with Steve in it. Whew, that was close. Steve looked big, and mean. The kind of man you don't fuck with. 

I made my way to the school and got there a few minutes before the bell rang. The two kids came bounding out a little while later and we headed back home. 

They regaled me of tales from their day, and what they learned. 

"Is mommy feeling better?" Anissa asked with a look of concern on her little face.

"I don't know, Anissa." I answered, "I haven't been home all day."

We pulled into the driveway, and Faye was standing in the doorway with a smile to greet us. She looked a lot better than she did this morning. I walked up to the door, the kids ran. They gave their mom a big hug and ran into the house. 

"Homework you too!" Faye said to the kids. 

"Ok mom!" They replied.

Faye looked me in the eye, and led me towards the bedroom. She sat down on the bed and patted the space beside her. I sat down, and she took my hand. Faye, again, looked me in the eye. I noticed that her beautiful eyes were moist and swollen, like she had been crying. 

"What's the matter Faye?" I asked, instantly getting alarmed. 

"I don't know how to say this, Master." She said quietly.

"You can tell me anything, slave." 

Even though Faye was my slave, I cared for her very much. She WAS my first one after all.

I caressed her arm in support; I could tell she was having trouble getting this out. I knew she wasn't having financial problems, I saw to that. My curiosity was peaked. I was expecting the worst news, was it Rick? Had he been killed? I hoped that wasn't the news I was going to hear, but I was expecting to hear it. 

Faye had a tear running down her cheek.

"What is it Faye?"

"Oh, Master." She said quietly.

"I don't want you to get upset." She apologized in advance. 

Whew, it wasn't Rick. 

"I promise I won't get upset." I urged her to go on.

"Master," she said with a different look in her eye, "I'm pregnant."

You could have knocked me down with a feather. That is definitely NOT what I was expecting to hear, and I was speechless. I held Faye's gaze, trying to decipher the look in her eyes. Was it fear, sadness, or happiness? Maybe a mixture of all?

"Are you sure?" I whispered.

"Yes Master," she said with a hint of a smile, "I walked to the drug store today, and got a pregnancy test. It came back positive."

"How are you with this Faye?" I asked with a lump in my throat.

"I'm fine." She said with a faint smile.

Answer me honestly Faye.

"I'm happy." She replied.

"Really?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes! I can't tell you how happy I am to be having my Master's baby!" She beamed.

I looked deeply into her eyes, and saw that the look was changing. She was starting to develop a look of elation. I had no idea what to feel at the moment. Should I feel proud? Scared? Mad at myself for what I had done to this woman? 

Oddly enough, I started getting aroused. The thought that I had essentially hijacked this woman's body, and caused her to reproduce was euphoric. The thought that I had made a happily married woman mine, controlled her to bend to my wishes, and eventually impregnated her somehow made me feel stronger. Maybe this was part of what is expected of me now. I'll have to wait and see, I guess. 

"How are you with this Master?" Faye asked with genuine concern.

"Honestly Faye?" I said, "I'm pretty happy with it." 

A look of concern crossed my slaves face. 

"What do I tell Rick?" She asked.

"Don't tell him anything until he gets back," I suggested, "by then I'll have come up with a plan."

A wave of relief washed across Fayes face.

"Oh, thank you Master."

"Thank you for everything. Especially having me carry your baby." Faye said tearfully.

I leaned in and kissed away the tear that was trickling down her soft cheek. Then I kissed her softly on the lips.

"You're welcome, Faye."



The Power of Touch Ch. 07



With Faye's pregnancy still fresh in my mind, I busied myself getting ready for the dinner that night. I took a little extra time in the shower, mulling over numerous possibilities. The hot water beating against my skin felt refreshing and rejuvenating. I grew hard again, thinking about my impregnation of Faye. I had essentially hijacked her body for my purposes. 

I shut off the shower, and stepped out. Faye was waiting for me with a towel. 

Dry me off slave. 

Faye dutifully stepped forward, and started to pat me dry. Once I was dry, I walked onto the bedroom, and selected a new suit. Before I left the bedroom, I made sure I took Debra's bra and panties that I had absconded with earlier. 

"Where are you going tonight, Master?" Faye inquired. 

"I have a dinner function I've invited myself to." 

"Oh?" 

"Kind of a fundraiser type dinner." 

"Oh Master, that's very noble of you to donate to charities." Faye said appreciatively. 

"Huh? Oh, yeah... donations." 

I was thinking more along the lines of them donating to me, but what Faye didn't know wouldn't kill her. Besides, I'll be walking away with a few more slaves under my belt. Literally. 

Once again, I ordered a limousine for myself; I think I'm becoming their best customer. I told the dispatcher to have it there by 7:00, and she assured me it would be there at 7:00 sharp. 

I killed a little time watching TV, as Faye was getting supper ready for herself and the kids. At 7:00 I heard the doorbell ring, and got up to answer it. I opened the door, and saw a nice, tall redhead in her chauffeur uniform. The white mandarin style collar was buttoned up to the top and her black jacket was straining to contain her breasts. She had a pretty face, and thoughts started racing wildly through my head. 

"Mr. Bartlett?" She asked. 

"That would be me." I responded, reaching out to shake her hand. 

She reacted instinctively, and shook my hand. As I was shaking her hand, I felt an engagement ring on her ring finger. 

Cherise Duguid, aged 29. She stood 5' 6" tall, and weighed 135 pounds. She had impressive breasts at 36 D. She was engaged to Gerald Horseman. It appeared she was quite happy with her engagement. 

"I am Cherise, and I will be your driver for tonight." She said rather formally. 

"How lucky for me, to have such a beautiful driver." I said with a smile. 

Cherise blushed at the compliment. 

"Uh, whenever you are, uh, ready, sir." She said, flustered. 

"Cherise, you don't have to call me sir." 

"What would you prefer I called you?" 

"Umm, I think Master would be fine." I told her. 

"Yes, Master." She replied automatically. 

Well, Cherise, I own you now. Do you understand that? 

The standard silent nod. 

"Good." I said. 

You do understand that this means you are my slave, right? 

Another silent nod. 

"Excellent." 

Faye came over and stood beside me, wiping her hands on her apron. 

I gave her a kiss, and patted her stomach. 

"Take care of our baby." I said. 

"I will, Master." Faye said quietly, an impish smile playing across her face. 

"I may see you later tonight." I told Faye. 

"Ok, Master," Faye replied, "have fun." 

"Oh, I will." 

I gave her another kiss on the lips, and cupped her face in my hand. I ran my thumb down her cheek, and she kissed it as it went by. 

Faye had developed a look of absolute adoration. She had truly fallen for me. And why not? I have provided her with everything her husband could not. But, then again, she did deserve it. She was everything I could want in a slave, even though she was overweight. But even that was changing. Ever since I had taken care of her mortgage, and given her a few thousand extra a month, she had been buying better quality food. She was starting to take better care of herself and the kids. 

I walked out to the limo, and waited as the lovely Cherise opened the door. I slid in and heard the muted thump of the passenger door being closed. She slid in to the driver's seat, and turned her head. 

"Where to, Master?" 

"410 Redwood Lane." I instructed her. 

She punched the address into the cars GPS system, and followed its directions. 

Debra, give me the code to enter the gate. 

In an instant I had the number. As we pulled up to the gate, I gave the number to Cherise. The gate smoothly slid open, and the limousine glided elegantly through the passage. We pulled up to 140 Redwood. The house was rather large, and sprawling. It was a two story, Tudor style home. I imagined the wealth that lay in wait for me, as I waited for Cherise to open my door. A minute later my door opened, and Cherise stood back to allow my egress. I stood as I exited the limo and turned to Cherise. I moved my lips in close to hers, and gave her a kiss. Cherise kissed me softly back, her eyes getting a soft look, and never leaving mine. I undid the top three buttons of her blouse, and spread them apart, exposing a bit of her ample cleavage. I traced my finger down her exposed flesh and felt the silky warmth of her pale skin. 

"Wait here with the car." I ordered. 

"But Master, I have another call before I pick you up." Cherise protested weakly. 

"Call your dispatcher, and tell them I changed the plans." 

"Ok, but she may not like it." 

I really could care less who liked it or not. . 

"Oh well, that's their problem." I said. 

"Yes Master." She said with a slight smile. 

I was considering making Cherise my personal driver, with benefits of course. I had enough money to buy a decent vehicle now. Hell, I had enough to buy two. And after tonight... well, who knows. 

I didn't even know what this fundraiser was for tonight, but I knew what it was going to turn into. I walked up to the front door of the rather large house and rang the bell. I waited patiently for someone to answer the door. A few moments later, I heard the latch working on the door as it swung open. Before me was a distinguished looking older woman of maybe about 60 years of age. I stuck out my hand and shook hers. 

Elizabeth Carson, living at 140 Redwood Lane. She was sixty one years old. She stood 5' 2" tall, and weighed one hundred and forty two pounds. She had a bra size of 32C. Elizabeth was an interior designer with a local company called Interior Concepts. Her husband of thirty six years, Gerald was a plastic surgeon at a local clinic. 

Elizabeth saw the limo waiting at the curb and I caught a slight gleam in her eye. 

"Good evening," I introduced myself, "my name is Bartlett, Jeff Bartlet." 

"Good evening Jeff." Elizabeth said warmly. 

"I'm Debra's Master, and she invited me to your soirée." 

The smile faded from her face. 

"I'm sorry, did you say..." Her voice faded. 

"What, Master?" I asked. 

"Yes..." she stammered. 

"Yes, that is correct." I assured her. 

"As I was saying, I am Debra's Master, and she invited me tonight." 

"I'm afraid, I don't understand." She said, perplexed. 

"Yes, well, you see, I met Debra today, quite unexpectedly, in her bathroom I might add, and made her mine." I explained, as if it were a natural occurrence. 

"O...K..." She said looking at me with a sideways glance. 

I saw her swallow nervously. She gripped the door a little more tightly. 

Ooh, this was fun. 

She turned to scream for her husband, but I reached out and grabbed her arm. 

Elizabeth gasped. 

"Elizabeth, you too are my slave." I explained softly. 

She nodded silently, her eyes never leaving mine, the fear still prevalent in them. 

"Good, now, let's meet the others shall we?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"Oh, and let's be happy about it, shall we?" 

The fear drained from her surprisingly beautiful face, and was replaced with a content calmness. 

She swung the door open wider, and made a sweeping gesture with her arm. 

"Right this way Master. Please, make yourself at home." 

"Oh, I intend to." I said as I walked past her. 

"I think we should start with your husband, don't you?" 

"Yes Master, as you wish." 

Elizabeth, hold my hand while you guide me. 

Elizabeth took my hand and our fingers intertwined. I allowed my newest acquisition to lead me into the dining room, where all the guests were seated. 

"Gerald, I'd like you to meet Jeff Bartlett. He was invited by Debra." 

Debra's expression brightened when she saw me. I saw Steve look quickly at his wife, with a curious expression playing across his face. 

Gerald stood up and extended his hand, "Sorry Jeff, we weren't expecting you." He said as he gestured to the full table. 

"It's no problem." I assured him. "I'm not too hungry, at the moment." 

Gerald much like your wife, you are my slave now. 

Now, introduce me to your guests. 

The Carson's dinner guests were seated by couple, and he started on his left. 

"This is Dr. Ben Werner, and his wife Leanne." 

Dr. Werner stood, and extended his hand. I shook it cordially. 

"A pleasure to meet you." I said. 

"Yes, the same." 

Ben Werner, a cardiologist from one of the local hospitals in the city. 

I shook Leanne's hand. 

Leanne Werner, living at 658 Isaacs Creek Road. Leanne was fifty three years old; she stood 4' 9" tall and was one hundred and twenty one pounds. Her bra size was 34D. Leanne was a plump, unemployed housewife, as her husband made quite the decent living. The couple had no kids. 

"A pleasure." I said, as I kissed her hand. 

Leanne blushed and said. "The pleasure's mine." 

Leanne put her hand to her chest, and bowed her head slightly. 

"Next to the Werner's we have the Freytag's." 

The couple stood, the husband extending his hand first. 

"Hi, I'm Daniel, and this is my wife Shannon." 

Daniel Freytag, living at 54 Cedar Bay. Daniel was 33 years old. He was a residential architect for Glenwood Designs, one of the more prominent national architectural companies in the country. 

His wife Shannon extended her hand. 

Shannon Freytag, age twenty eight, married to Daniel for 5 years. Shannon stood 5' 7" tall, and weighed one hundred and twenty three pounds. Her bra size was a nice 32D, and she had a well-proportioned body. Shannon was actually a teacher at the school Ray and Anissa went to, and taught grade one. Once again, I leaned in and kissed her hand. Her skin smelled lightly of expensive perfume. 

Shannon and Daniel had no children as their main focus was on their careers right now. Although, Shannon really didn't have to work. Daniel made a handsome salary where he was employed. 

"Next we have the Pickett's. This is Neil, and his wife Claire." 

I shook Neil's hand. 

Neil Pickett, living at 673 Redwood Lane. Neil was 36 years old. He was a fairly successful defense attorney for a law firm called Lawrence, Welsh, and Polick. 

I went to shake Claire's hand. 

Claire Pickett, age thirty four, and married to Neil for 4 years. Claire was a tall woman, and stood 5' 10"' she weighed one hundred and sixty two pounds. Her bra size was 34C. Once again I kissed her hand. Claire practically melted at the gesture. 

"And finally, we have the Fishers. Matthias and Pamela." 

I shook Matthias' hand. 

Matthias Fisher, living at 53 Cedar Bay, right across from the Freytag's. Matthias was thirty nine years old, and was a city councilor, who was currently running in the civic election for mayor. 

His wife Pamela stuck her hand out. Which I shook. 

Pamela Fisher, age thirty six, and married to Matthias for 12 years. Pamela stood 5' 4" tall and weighed one hundred and twenty eight pounds. Her bra size was 32B. I lifted her hand to my mouth, and kissed it gently. Pam's lips parted at the sensation. 

Steve stood up to shake my hand, and said. "I'm sorry, but, how do you know my wife?" 

"We're, uh, friends. Yes, friends!" Debra chimed in. 

I wanted to say I fucked her earlier today, along with your sweet daughter Emma, but thought better of it. 

Steve looked a little skeptical, but seemed to give me the benefit of the doubt. 

Steve Driskell. Age forty two, just like his wife. Married for 17 years with Debra, quite happily. Steve made surprisingly good money as a foreman. ARCO Industries was the industry leader in the country, with construction projects on a national and international scale. 

"So Jeff, what exactly is it that you do?" Neil Pickett asked with, what I perceived to be, a hint of arrogance in his voice. 

"Well, Neil, I am currently an unemployed convenience store clerk." I chuckled. 

Everyone at the table laughed. 

"Ok," Neil said, "but, what do you do now?" 

"Why are you at a fundraiser for Matthias' mayoral campaign?" He said laughingly. 

"What can you contribute?" He asked with the smile slipping from his face. 

I absolutely hate people like this. 

"Tell me Neil, is that your H3 out there?" I asked referring to the Hummer in the driveway. 

"No, mines the Mercedes S 550." 

"Hmm, currently, with the income I have coming in, and after tonight, I could buy three of those cars without flinching." I responded. 

That stopped him, the arrogant prick. 

"What, did you win the lottery?" Steve asked. 

"Um, yeah, you could say that I guess." I responded. 

"So, what do you do then?" Neil asked again. 

"Let's just say, I'm kind of a collector." I answered truthfully. 

"And what do you collect?" Ben asked. 

Ladies, come join me will you? 

The wives stood up and came to me. 

Leanne, Elizabeth, you two stand on either side of me. Debra, Pam, Shannon, and Claire, you kneel in front of me. 

The six women did as they were ordered. Leanne and Elizabeth placing their hands on my chest. 

"Women," I said. "I collect women. Namely, at the moment, your lovely wives." 

"You see, all of you are my slaves now." 

"This is preposterous!" Ben roared. 

"Ok, the jokes over," Matthias laughed nervously, "who put you ladies up to this?" 

"Our Master did." Pamela said. 

"Alright Pam, cut this shit out, because it sure as he'll ain't funny." 

Matthias was getting mad. 

"Relax. Mr. Mayor Wannabe." I said. "You will get to still get to live with your wives, for now. It's just that now, I own them. And when I call for them, they sure as hell better be made available to me, or I swear to god up there will be hell to pay." 

Steve broke free from the crowd, and rushed toward me his fist in the air. 

"You're some cocky, piece of shit!" He said. 

His fist came at me. 

Steve calm the fuc... 

I saw stars, as my face met with his meaty fist. 

Debra stood up and yelled, "STOP!" as the four ladies at my feet scattered. The rest of the men standing up. 

Steve looked at his wife briefly. This was my chance. 

Steve, stand down, and take your fucking seat. 

Steve looked at me, a perplexed expression on his face. I was mad. 

You son of a bitch, now sit there. 

All the husbands were watching him, unsure of how to react. 

Debra was tenderly touching my face. 

"Are you ok Master?" She asked worriedly. 

"Yeah, I'm fine." I replied. "I've gotten worse from better people." 

Debra tenderly kissed the redness on my face where Steve hit me, then shot her husband a dirty look, and stalked over to him. She struck him hard in the face with her open palm. So hard that his face jarred to the left. 

Startled, Steve stared at Debra in disbelief, his mouth gaping open. 

"Don't you ever touch my Master like that again!" She seethed. 

"It's ok Debra, come back to me." 

Debra turned and came back to my side. 

"Ok Steve, you want to play it that way?" I asked. "You're the tough guy in the group?" 

Steve just stared at me, the anger still evident on his face. I really didn't like this guy; I have no room for people who use violence as a method to solve problems. Granted, I was the furthest thing from a saint. Especially seeing as I was starting to take women, both married and single, as my slaves. 

"Alright, this is the way this is going to go down." I explained. 

"For your insolence, I will be TAKING your wife, and your daughter Emma, as my own." 

Debra's face brightened. 

"Oh, Master, Emma will be so happy!" 

Steve's mouth opened to say something. 

"Debra, c'mon. This has to be some kind of sick joke." 

Debra moved in closer to me, and shook her head. 

"Really, what can this cocksucker offer you?" He was on the cusp of yelling. "We've been married for 17 years and now you're going to throw that away?" 

"I don't want to throw anything away Steve." Debra yelled back. "You had the opportunity to have me live with you, but your temper screwed that up." 

"Oh, and insofar as to what my Master can offer me that you can't?" She asked. 

"He made love to me today, along with Emma, and it was the best sex I have had in years." 

Steve looked crestfallen. 

"You've never complained before." He said quietly, his eyes on the floor. 

"Oh, come on." Debra complained. "Why do you think I have a vibrator? When you fall asleep after you screw me, I have to use it to finish what you couldn't." 

Steve turned red. Possibility with anger, possibility with embarrassment. I was feeling kind of sorry for this dink. 

Ok Steve, this is enough. Relax, calm down. Accept your punishment. 

Steve relaxed a little, and sat back in his seat. 

"Anybody else want to be a hero tonight?" I asked. 

No one responded. 

"Ok everyone, take your seats. That includes you ladies." 

My slaves sat beside their husbands again. 

"This is my plan." I started. 

"I actually own all of you, and you will all do as I say. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Master." They all said in unison. 

"Ok, good. Now all the funds you were going to donate to Matthias tonight will be going to me." 

"Now, how much did I make tonight?" I asked. 

Gerald spoke up. "We are at $104,000.00 Master." 

I nodded appreciatively. 

"Well, I thank you for that." 

"Your quite welcome Master." Ben and Gerald said together. 

I chuckled to myself; I'm guessing that they didn't want their wives spirited away from them like Steve. 

"Ok, gentlemen, this is for you. You are influential people," they nodded in agreement, "and I will be using your status, positions, and skills to my benefit." 

They looked at each other and nodded. 

"Ok, I'm glad we're in agreement." 

Steve spoke up. 

"Master, I'm sorry I struck you earlier. Is there a way to get my wife and daughter back?" 

"Maybe in the future." I explained. "But for the time being they are coming with me, and please do not interrupt me while I am speaking." 

His face fell. 

"Tell you what," I conceded, "seeing as you apologized, you can keep Jessica." 

She was too young anyway, I would never touch a child, and I had no use for her. 

"Thank you Master." His face brightened. 

"Matthias, I think you could be quite useful to me as mayor." 

"Yes Master." He agreed. 

"We will fund your campaign, and do our best to ensure your election." 

Matthias smiled brightly. 

"Oh, thank you Master!" He replied enthusiastically. "If I'm elected, I can be a great asset to you, and I pledge my servitude to you." 

"You will." I confirmed. 

"The rest of you, you will start the ball rolling to have me added to your company's payrolls, as a consultant. I will be visiting you individually to complete the process." 

This garnered a resounding "Yes Master," from the group. 

"This is starting tomorrow, so get cracking first thing." 

"Ok gentlemen, you're finished here. Go get a drink in the den or something." I ordered. 

"Leave me alone with your wives." 

The six men stood and left. A few bent down to kiss their wives. 

Stop. You are not permitted to kiss my slaves. 

The husbands stood and left the room. 




The Power of Touch Ch. 07



"Elizabeth, get me a plate." I ordered. "And someone fix me a scotch on the rocks." 

Shannon stood and walked to the hutch with the booze in it. I watched appreciatively, as Shannon's slender body moved at my command. Her tight black cocktail dress clung to her beautifully shaped hips, and accentuated the curve of her two ass cheeks. Shannon bent a little, and the dress tightened around her rump. I didn't notice a panty line. 

"Leanne, Elizabeth, you two may serve me." 

Once Elizabeth returned with the plate, Leanne took it and started to spoon some food onto it. 

Elizabeth turned and took my glass of scotch from Shannon. 

"Here you go, Master." She purred. 

She took the seat beside me. 

Leanne returned with the plate of food she prepared. 

"Enjoy, Master." She said quietly. 

Leanne sat on the other side of me. 

Elizabeth and Leanne. Please your master. 

I felt a hand on my crotch almost immediately. I looked over, and saw that it was Leanne's chubby hand rubbing my penis through my pants. Elizabeth moved in close, and started nibbling on my ear. I felt Elizabeth's tongue run along the lobe of my left ear, as Leanne leaned in closer, and kissed my cheek lightly. While my two oldest slaves rubbed their masters body and softly kissed my face, my other slaves stood waiting for further instruction. 

"Mmm, someone's enjoying themselves." Leanne groaned into my ear, in response to my growing erection. 

Elizabeth looked down to see what Leanne was talking about, and noticed the bulge in my pants that Leanne was rubbing. I was staring at Shannon, and she was noticing my attention. 

"Shannon, my slave, come to me." 

Shannon obliged, and moved silkily around the dining room table, her fingertips tracing the edge of the table, to stand beside me. Shannon was standing beside Leanne, so I guided Leanne up gently by the arm. Once Leanne was standing, I moved my chair back from the table, and guided her between my legs. Shannon took her place, and stood dutifully beside me. Leanne knelt before me, the good slave she was, and took her place between my legs. Leanne's chubby fingers traced the outline of my growing erection through my pants. 

I turned Shannon around gently, by her waist, and slowly unzipped the back of her dress. Her zipper extended from the nape of her neck to the small of her back. Ever so slowly, the fabric separated exposing the soft, pale skin of her back, as well as the black lace bra she was wearing. Finally, the zipper came to a rest and her dress was completely open. I spread the fabric a little more near the bottom, and exposed the top of her ass. Not surprisingly, Shannon was wearing a black, lace thong. I rubbed her back with the palm of my hand, all the way up from the small of her back to her slender shoulder blades. As my hand moved up, I saw her shoulder blades pinch together, and a shiver run through her. 

"Shannon, go to other side of the table." 

"Yes, Master." She replied. 

I watched as she walked around the table again, the open back to her cocktail dress opening a little wider with each step. Once she was on the other side, I issued another order. 

"Ok, Shannon. Let's see a little striptease action, shall we?" 

"As you wish, Master." She replied seductively. 

"Debra, you may take your place by your masters side." 

"Yes, my Master." She obediently saddled up beside me. 

"Now, Claire and Pam. I want you two to undress each other, and pleasure each other for me. 

"Yes, Master." They both replied, looking a bit uneasy about this. 

"Relax," I told them, "just do what comes naturally. You both know what satisfies yourselves, use that to your advantage." 

"Yes, Master." They replied. 

I watched, mesmerized by Shannon's curves, as she slid her dress off her shoulders. Her slim bra straps, tight against her body, straining to hold her substantial breasts. Slowly, seductively she pushed her dress down her slender body. Her dress was gathering at her waist now, and she bent slightly to get it around her hips. Shannon's bra, had see-through lace cups, and I could clearly make out her areolas. Once she freed her dress from her shapely hips, it practically fell down her slender thighs and calves. She moved to remove her bra. 

"Uh uh," I said, "leave your bra and panties on for now." 

"As you wish, Master." She said as she kept up her slow, seductive dance. 

Claire was currently unbuttoning Pam's blouse, and I could just see the top of her white push up bra. Pam, as well, was unbuttoning Claire's blouse, exposing a hint of her pale pink, lace bra. I looked down at the slave between my legs, Leanne. She was still massaging my penis through my pants. 

"It's ok Leanne. You may suck my cock." I allowed. 

Leanne's face brightened. 

"What shall I do?" Elizabeth asked. 

"Why don't you go and get some scissors for me Elizabeth?" I asked, formulating a plan in my head. 

"As you wish, Master." She said standing to leave. 

Leanne's chubby fingers started working at my zipper, as she slowly unzipped my pants. I watched Leanne's hands work my pants open, and waited until they were spread open. When she was done, I sat up a bit to assist in their removal. Elizabeth returned from the kitchen holding a pair of kitchen shears. 

"Will these do Master?" She asked quietly. 

"Those will do absolutely fine." 

Elizabeth handed them over. I turned toward Elizabeth and grasped her blouse with both hands. With a violent tug, I tore her blouse open, sending buttons flying everywhere in the process. 

Elizabeth gasped, and instinctively covered herself up. I pulled her arms down, and she let the blouse fall open. I could see her bra was now exposed. I ran my fingers along the smooth skin of her belly, and brought the shears up to the piece of fabric between her breasts. With one snip, I cut the fabric, and her breasts forced her now ruined bra apart. Reaching up into her tattered blouse, I cut each of her bra straps, her useless bra now hanging loosely on her body. I grasped the ruined garment, and tugged it free of the blouse. I held what remained of the evenings hostess' bra in my hand. Giving it a sniff, I could detect a hint of her expensive perfume. Elizabeth remained at my side, her aged breasts hanging loosely in their tattered covering. 

By now, Pam and Claire had each other's blouses off, and we're working on their skirts. I watched as Claire unzipped Pam's skirt and gently pulled it down. Claire quickly returned the favor, and soon, they were both standing there in just their bra and panties. 

I took Elizabeth's left hand, and started working her wedding rings loose. Once I got them past her knuckle, they came of pretty easily, I lay them on the table in front of me. Leanne's soft chubby fingers were now wrapped around my rock hard penis. I took Leanne's free hand, which happened to be her left, and worked her wedding rings loose too. I laid her rings beside Elizabeth's. 

Elizabeth was wearing a knee length skirt, so I reached up underneath to pull her panties down. I slid her panties down her legs and saw that they were essentially "granny panties". I thumbed the crotch of her panties, and placed her rings there. I carefully folded her panties over, trapping her rings inside. 

Next, I pulled Leanne to her feet, a thin line of drool extending from her lip to my cock. Leanne was wearing a thin pull over blouse with a deep vee in the front, exposing her ample cleavage. I used the scissors to cut the middle of the vee, and tore the blouse open easily. Leanne just stood there for her master, her blouse hanging open, her bra clad breasts exposed. With another snip, I cut open her bra as well. I removed the cups of her bra from her breasts, and cupped them in my hands. She did have nice breasts, with her large nipples a darker shade of pink. I cut the straps to her bra, and removed the destroyed garment. I laid it on the floor beside my chair. 

"Do my breasts please you Master?" Leanne asked quietly. 

"Yes, Leanne. Your breasts are lovely." 

"Thank you Master." She blushed. 

"Who owns your breasts?" I tested her. 

"You, Master. They belong to you." 

"Does your husband touch your breasts?" I asked. 

"Yes Master." She admitted. 

"Ok, from now on, he is not to touch my property." I ordered. "Do you understand?" 

"Yes Master, but I thought you said we would still be living together." She queried. 

"You are, he's just not allowed to touch you is all. Understood?" 

"Yes Master." 

I know I was getting greedy, but I couldn't bear the thought of someone else touching her large breasts. Plus, it cemented my control over him as well. 

Leanne was wearing a pair of slacks, so I ordered her to remove them. My slave complied quite readily. I watched her undo her zipper, and slide them down her hips. Another pair of granny panties, I motioned for Leanne to remove those as well. She bent over to help in their removal, and her breasts swayed nicely in her tattered blouse. Once she had them off, she handed them over to me. I sniffed the crotch of her panties, detecting a hint of her womanhood, and then placed her rings inside. Once again, I folded her panties over her rings. I now had two pairs of folded panties in front of me, a slight bump where their owners wedding rings sat nestled. Leanne stood before me in just her torn blouse; I gently pulled her to her knees again, and motioned for her to continue sucking my cock. Which she did compliantly. 

Leanne wrapped her lips around my penis and started to lick the tip with her tongue. I felt her warm soft hand cup my scrotum, and massage my testicles lightly. 

"Mmm." Came the soft moan from Leanne. 

I looked down and Leanne's left hand was on my leg. It turned me on to see the impression in her finger where her wedding rings used to be, and my penis swelled in her mouth. 

Leanne now used her tongue on the underside of my penis. My cock swelled in her mouth again, and this enticed her even more. Leanne was quite good at giving head. I could feel her working up a considerable amount of saliva, as it coated my scrotum. I looked over at Pam and Claire; they were still in the bra and panties. Claire was wearing a matching pair of pink lace lingerie, and Pam wore white bikini briefs, with a run of the mill bra. Claire was caressing Pam's face tenderly, and Pam moved in for a kiss. Their soft, wet lips met, and I saw Pam's tongue slip into Claire's mouth. Pam slid her hands behind Claire and unclasped her bra, pulling it off her shoulders, and exposing her breasts. Claire pulled her face away from Pam's, and looked softly and seductively into her eyes. Claire started to unclasp Pam's bra and freed her breasts as well. Pam pulled Claire in close and started to kiss her with more ferocity. The two women's breasts pressed together as they embraced, their hands stroking each other's panty covered ass. Claire slipped her hand under Pam's panties, and caressed her bare cheeks. Pam brought up her hand and started to fondle Claire's breast. 

"Look at me you two." I ordered. 

Smiling, Pam and Claire looked at me with dreamy lust present in their eyes. They watched the back of Leanne's head as it bobbed up and down. 

"Debra." 

"Yes Master?" She asked as she turned toward me, her D cups inches from my face. 

"Just stand there." 

As she complied, I reached up and started unbuttoning the front of her dress. I started from the bottom up. As I unbuttoned the fourth button from the bottom, I spread the fabric apart to reveal her panties. A pink pair of high cut briefs, her bushy pubic hair pushing against the front. I ran my finger along the crotch of her panties, and felt the warmth of her vagina through the fabric. As I kept fingering Debra's vagina through her panties, I felt her wetness start to come through. Debra started gyrating her hips to the rhythm of my stimulation. 

"Does anyone have a cell phone handy?" I asked my group of women. 

"There's a cordless phone in the kitchen Master." Elizabeth answered. 

"Ok, go get it Elizabeth." I ordered. 

Elizabeth obediently made her way to the kitchen. 

After she returned, I issued the following order to Debra. 

"Debra, call Emma and have her pack yours and hers clothes, and whatever else you will need." 

"Yes Master." Debra breathed heavily. 

Elizabeth handed the phone over to Debra. 

I continued to finger Debra as she punched in the phone number. Her panties were now nice and on the wetter side of damp. Her hips still gyrating she waited until her daughter answered the phone. Debra started breathing heavily now, and tried to control herself as she spoke into the phone. 

"Hi Em, this is mom." She sighed. 

I pushed the crotch of her panties aside, and slid my finger past her labia, and into her warm, silky vagina. 

She waited, breathing heavily, as Emma spoke on the other end. 

"Yes dear, our Master wants you to pack our clothes. We're going to live with him." Debra breathed into the phone. 

"Yes, it is exciting." She said after a brief pause. 

"Pack your vibrator too, Debra." I instructed. 

"Master wants to pack my vibrator too, sweetie." Debra gasped as a shot of pleasure rifled through her body. 

Another brief pause. "It's in my nightstand. Ok baby, we'll see you in a while." 

"Love you too sweetheart." With that, she hung up the phone. 

I stopped masturbating my slaves wet vagina, and returned my attention to her dress. My fingers popped open one button after another. In a few seconds, I had her dress completely undone, and hanging loosely open in front of her. She was wearing a large padded black bra. I brought the scissors up to her unsightly bra, and cut between the two cups. Debra spread the cups apart, and exposed her breasts for her Master. 

Lean in Debra, bring your breasts to me. 

Debra leaned in, and I could feel the soft warm flesh of her ample breasts gently caress my face. I cupped the right one and brought her nipple to my mouth. I could smell her perfumed skin as I played my tongue across her nipple. My left hand moved down to her hips, and started tugging her panties down. Once I got the sides of her underwear past her hips, they practically fell from her. I raised my hand and played with her left breast, gently squeezing and caressing. I found her nipple and pinched it between my forefinger and thumb. Debra let out another gasp as she shrugged her open dress off of her shoulders. As her dress pooled around her feet, I felt her fingers play in the hair at the back of my head. I ran my free hand down her belly, through her damp pubic hair, and once again parted her labia with my fingers. I brushed my finger across her swollen clitoris, causing her knees to buckle. This caused her nipple to slip from my mouth. Debra quickly corrected this, as she lifted her heavy breast to my face. I found her nipple again, and continued my oral stimulation. 

Elizabeth started rubbing her vagina with her open palm as she watched Leanne's head bobbing up and down on my penis, and myself sucking on Debra's breasts. Elizabeth inserted her finger past her labia and started to pleasure herself slowly, intimately. Her finger glistened with her juices, as she started to finger herself a little more vigorously. 

Pam and Claire had started to remove each other's panties; I turned my attention from Debra's breast, and watched the striptease across the table. Debra was quite turned on by now, so I inserted a second finger. 

"Ohhh..." Debra breathed. 

I could hear the wet smacking of my fingers violating her most private area; I looked up and saw that Debra had her head thrown back. I returned my attention to the striptease. Claire and Pam had now incorporated Shannon into their little routine. Pam was unclamping Shannon's bra, while Claire was working her panties down her legs. 

Very nice, I thought to myself, my enslaved women were bent on satisfying their master. I must say, I was impressed with their ingenuity. 

I stopped fingering Debra's vagina. I brought my fingers up to my nose, and could smell her intoxicating, feminine musk. The scent, combined with the striptease, and Leanne's expert mouth upon my cock must've been too much. I felt my penis swell, and the sweet sensation of ejaculation starting to build. 

The rest of you come and kneel before your master. 

The remaining five women quickly made their way toward me, and knelt before their master. 

I pulled Leanne's chubby face off my penis, a thick line of drool draping across her breast. 

When I came, it was almost a virtual explosion, as the first stream shot across Leanne's cheek and over her left eye. The second stream caught the woman next to her, Pam, on the chin and proceeded to drip onto her breasts. A line of cum streaming down into her cleavage. I pulled Pam's face in close, as my ejaculations got weaker and weaker. I left a string of cum under her nose, and on her top lip. 

The two slaves started to clean themselves off. 

"No," I commanded, "leave it there." 

"You may clean yourselves when you get home." 

"Yes Master." They both obeyed. 

I looked at the two pairs of panties in front of me, and realized that I still needed four more pairs, and four more sets of rings. 

"Debra, Pam, Claire, and Shannon go get your panties and come back here." 

"Yes, Master." Came their four feminine voices. 

I sat back down in my seat and watched Shannon as she bent over to pick up her discarded panties. The sight of her vagina as she bent over sent shivers through my body. I quickly made another decision. 

Soon, my other four slaves were standing beside me with their panties in their hands. Pam was first in line, and handed over her panties. 

"And your wedding rings. I need those too." 

Pam started working her wedding rings loose, and dropped them into my hand. I motioned her in close, and she bent down I gave her a kiss on the lips, cupping one of her breasts in the process. I was careful to fold her wedding rings into the crotch of her panties. Next was Shannon. She too handed over her panties, and started on her rings. Once they were in my hand I motioned for her to come in close as well. I cupped one of her breasts and gave her a kiss. Her rings too, found their way into her panties. Claire came up next and made her presentation. She got the same treatment. I cupped her smooth breast and gave her a full kiss on the lips. I folded her panties around her rings. Last but not least was Debra. She already had her rings removed and dropped them into my hand along with her panties. Debra leaned in for her kiss and grope. I love Debra's breasts, and I paid a little more attention to them than the others. I took great pleasure in placing her rings into her panties, and ceremoniously folded her panties over the symbol of love and commitment that her husband had given her seventeen years ago. 

"All of you go and stand on the other side of the table please." 

They all complied easily. I watched as six naked asses, of various shapes and sizes, made their way to the other side. 

I stood up and walked around the table, behind my female slaves. I stood behind the first one, Elizabeth, and cupped her breast from behind. With my other hand, I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and inserted my finger into her vagina. It was a little tight, and kind of dry. I fondled, and masturbated her for a minute, eliciting a slight moan. 

I moved on to the next woman, Pam. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand and gently squeezed. I inserted my finger into her waiting vagina, and found it to be nice and wet. I masturbated her for a little while, and felt her head lean back and rest on my shoulder. Pam started to breathe heavily, and I heard a low growl make its way up her throat. A slight sigh of disappointment came from her as I moved onto my next slave. 




The Power of Touch Ch. 07



Shannon, I reached from behind her, and grabbed both of her breasts. She gasped slightly, with a hint of pleasure. I played gently with her ample mounds of flesh, surprised at how firm they were for such large specimens. I reached down, and played my fingers through her damp pubic hair and found her vagina. I split her labia with two fingers, and inserted them into her wetness. I felt Shannon melt in my arms, as I played her like a fiddle. I could smell the fruity scent of her hair, and started to get hard thinking of how she had no idea what was going to happen to her tonight when she had showered earlier. Shannon tried to turn around, but I forcefully held her in place. She relented and stood still as I pleasured her from behind. I took my hand off her breast, and made my way down to her ass. I rubbed her smooth, naked, young ass with my palm, and ran my finger along the smooth crack of her buttocks. 

I eventually moved on to the next woman. Claire, I caressed her breasts before moving on to her vagina. Claire's breasts had a silky feel to them and I played my fingers across her nipples, making them harden at my touch. I ran my hand along her thirty five year old stomach, and across her pubic area. I wasted no time, and plunged my fingers into her. Claire moaned loudly as I repeatedly played my fingers in and out of her labia. Claire, turned her head toward me, and begged for a kiss. I relented and kissed her passionately. Rewarding her for her effort. 

I left Claire, and moved onto Debra, the next in line. I could feel Debra practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect of being pleasured by her master. As my hands made their way to her breasts, I felt her hand upon mine. Her warm soft hand massaged her breast over my hand. I moved my hand down her soft belly, and split her labia with my fingers. I quickly moved my fingers to her clitoris, and rubbed my fingers across it. Debra leaned back into me her soft, warm skin pressed against mine. 

"Oh, Master." Debra breathed. 

"Are you happy that I'm taking you from Steve?" I whispered quietly into her ear. 

"More than you can ever imagine, Master." She answered truthfully. 

"Good." 

I plunged my slick fingers into her vaginal cavity, and masturbated Debra until she was near climax. Then, when it seemed that she was going to cum, I took my fingers out of her. 

Another disappointed sigh. 

I chuckled quietly to myself. 

I moved onto Leanne. 

Despite my previous ejaculation, all over her face, I was hard again. The fact that I had these six, happily married women at my beck and call, gave me an immense sense of power. The power to make these women unfaithful, and forsake their vows to the men they loved, seemed to give me unfathomable resources to draw from. Resources that empowered me to recover from sexual exertion a lot easier. Either that or I was extremely turned on by my sexual depravity. Either way, it didn't matter. 

I lifted Leanne's heavy breast up close to her mouth, raising her nipple to her lips. Leanne knew what I wanted, and started licking her own nipple. I moved my other hand down between her thighs, and rubbed her hairy vagina. It felt hot and wet, so I inserted my fingers into her. Her vagina gave off a pleasing heat, and I repeatedly violated her womanhood. I kept up my tempo, my hand wet with her juices. When I felt she was ready, I bent her over the table, and rammed my penis into her. I looked down at her bent form, her large ass on display for me. Her ass that only her husband was meant to see. I watched my penis disappear into her wet vagina forcefully, causing her ass to ripple with each thrust. My slave grunted with each forceful impalement. I raised my slick fingers to my nose, and smelt the aroma of my six slaves on my fingers. This caused me to become more forceful with the fucking of Leanne. I rammed my hips against her ass; Leanne started to grunt a little louder. Leanne's body stiffened, and I knew she was either close to, or had climaxed. I kept up my steady rhythm, and felt her knees buckle. She must've cum, I couldn't tell. 

I moved back down the row of slaves, running my hand across each of their bare asses. When I got back to Elizabeth, I whispered in her ear. 

"Go and fetch Steve, and Daniel please." 

"Yes Master." Elizabeth said and turned to get the two husbands. 

I returned to the side of the table opposite my slaves. 

"Shannon, Debra come here and take your place beside your Master." I ordered telepathically. 

Wordlessly, my two slaves complied. 

A minute later Elizabeth entered with the two husbands. 

Daniel and Steve looked a little confused as to why they were singled out from the rest. Followed by a look of jealous anger at their naked wives. 

"Steve," I began, "I'm feeling charitable tonight." 

A look of relief and hope swept across Steve's face. 

"Don't get excited." I warned him. 

"Before I take Debra and Emma tonight, you may kiss your wife goodbye." 

Steve's face flushed with anger, and turned a deeper red than I have ever seen. 

"What?" He asked, a bit of spittle escaping his trembling lip. 

"You may kiss your wife before we go." I explained with a strained patience. 

"You son of a bitch." He started. 

Stand down Steve. It's in your best interest. 

The anger subsided marginally, but was still quite evident. 

I heard him mutter to himself "...bullshit." 

Steve just had his wife privileges revoked as far as I was concerned. 

"Ok Steve, that's it. My charity only goes so far." I said calmly. 

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Steve challenged. 

What the hell was going on with this guy? Everyone else seemed to fall into place. 

I'll have to watch this one. 

Daniel looked like he was starting to develop a sense of apprehension. He was no doubt starting to figure it out that I was probably taking Shannon with me as well. 

"Relax Daniel, don't look so shocked." I said soothingly. "I haven't decided if I'm taking your wife as well yet." 

His expression softened a little. 

In reality, I was thinking about the sleeping arrangements back at Faye's place. One king size bed, and two twins. I had Faye, Debra, Emma, and possibly Shannon coming back with me. The two kids could sleep together, and myself and two women could sleep in the king size, but that still left one woman without a bed. 

Hmmm, what a conundrum. Fuck, I really wanted Shannon to come home with me. After all, she was only one year older than me... 

With my two naked slaves on either side of me, and their irate husbands watching me, I came to a decision. 

"Daniel, I feel that Shannon should decide whom she is going home with tonight." 

"Yes Master." He agreed. 

"Shannon?" I asked. 

"Who's it going to be? Your husband, or your Master?" I asked expectantly. 

To my surprise, Shannon left my side, and walked to her husband. I watched her sexy backside as it sashayed across the floor to Daniel. 

Once Shannon reached her husband, she leaned in and kissed him. She turned and looked at me, then she looked at her husband. I saw Daniel take a slight intake of breath. 

"I choose my Master." She said quietly. 

Shannon walked away from her husband, and took her place by my side. 

Daniel looked devastated. I felt sorry for him, I really did. Not enough to relinquish his wife to him, mind you. 

Relax Daniel, I'll make it up to you. Don't you worry. 

Subliminally, I summoned two of my previous slaves. 

Mallory, Becky. Make your way to 410 Redwood Lane. Ring the doorbell, and ask for Daniel Freytag. You will do as he wishes tonight and tomorrow. 

"Daniel, you can expect two of my slaves to come for you. They have been instructed to do as you wish. Their names are Becky Chadburn, and Mallory Gaertner." I explained. 

"Trust me, they know their way around a cock. You will not be disappointed." 

"Thank you, Master." He said, quite appreciatively. 

"Nothing for you Steve. You need to learn your place." I said forcefully. 

"Yes Master." He said, dejectedly. 

"You two may leave us now. Steve, I would suggest you head home, as Jessica's going to be alone." 

"Ok ladies. Gather your clothes and put them on, we're leaving." 

"Debra, I brought you something." I tossed her the lacy underwear that I brought from her house. 

Two sweet, "Yes masters" followed my order. 

Once my two slaves were dressed, I made them each take an arm, and walk with me out of the dining room. We walked from the dining room, through the sitting room, to the front foyer. I could feel the eyes of all the husbands on me as we made our way through. 

Cherise, I'm on my way out, have the car ready. 

As we walked out the front door, I saw Cherise walking around to open the rear door. The three of us got in the limo, and waited for Cherise to close the door behind us. We were sitting on the rear bench seat, with me in the middle. I could feel my slaves warm legs pressed against mine. 

103 Redwood Lane please Cherise. 

The limo pulled away from the curb and quietly made its way to the next destination. 

Emma, be ready, we are on our way. 

By the time we arrived at Debra's house, Emma was waiting outside with a large suitcase. I heard Cherise get out and open the trunk. The limo gave a noticeable sag as the heavy suitcase was dropped into the trunk. A few seconds later, the door was opened and Emma made her way in. It was a tight fit, so Debra moved to the cross seat. Emma sat beside her master and Cherise softly closed the door. I noticed a slight look of jealousy on Cherise's face as she turned to walk to resume her position in the driver's seat. 

Back to 612 Pike Place please Cherise. 

The limo smoothly left the driveway, and I noticed Debra watching out the back window, as her home disappeared from view. I thought I detected a slight look of sadness in her face, and made a note to address it later. 

Emma was wearing a pair of jean shorts, and a pale yellow top. The fabric of her t-shirt was the thin, semi transparent kind, and I could make out the outline of her bra. Her bra looked like a white, lacy number. I reached over, and cupped one of her firm breasts. I gave it a light squeeze, and was satisfied with what I found. Emma turned her head towards me, and leaned in for a kiss. Her young lips felt soft and warm, I could taste her breath. I lowered my hand to her thigh and started rubbing. Shannon let her hand drop to my lap, and started to rub lightly. I put my other hand on her silky thigh and traced my finger from mid thigh to her warm crotch. 

I turned my head toward Shannon, and she leaned in for a kiss as well. 

"Well ladies, is your evening ending like you thought it would?" I asked. 

"No, Master." Came three replies. 

"But I'm happy." Debra reiterated. 

"Me too." Shannon said, with a look of dreamy lust in her eyes. 

Shannon pushed forward in her seat, trying to get my fingers closer to her crotch. 

I could feel the warm, moistness of her labia as it brushed my thumb. 

Shannon leaned her head into my neck. I could feel her hot breath on my skin. 

"Hike up your dress Debra." 

Debra happily obeyed. 

"You can go ahead, and pleasure yourself for me." 

"Yes Master!" Debra said eagerly. 

Emma had undone my zipper, and spread my pants open. I felt her warm hand gently grasp my penis, and delicately extricate it from my underwear. I wasn't surprised at its reaction, or lack there of. I guess I had too much fun this evening. I let Emma play with my semi flaccid penis anyway. Her warm, soft hand did feel good after all. 

Debra had started to gently run her fingers between her vaginal lips, quiet moans emanating from her sweet mouth. 

Shannon's warm, moist lips were busy grazing my neck as she have soft little kisses up to my earlobe. 

"Master." Shannon whispered in my ear as she softly sucked in the lobe. 

"Mmm," I moaned, "yes Shannon?" 

"Thank you." She groaned into my ear. 

"You're welcome," I responded, "but, for what?" 

"For this." She breathed. 

I smiled to myself, this was way to easy. Although, I was concerned about Steve's apparent resilience to my hypnotic powers. My mind drifted back to the moment at hand, and I sank back into the plush seat of the limo and enjoyed the ride home. 

By the time we had arrived back home, I had come up with a plan for my sleeping arrangements. Debra would spend the night here, with Faye. My other two slaves, Emma and Shannon, would accompany me back to the hotel. Where we would spend the night, in the morning, I would come up with a better plan. Right now, I was too tired to even think. 

The ride to Faye's went faster than I expected. Cherise pulled the limo into the driveway, and promptly opened the rear door. 

"Debra, we're getting out here. This is where you'll be spending the night tonight. Don't worry, I'll be back tomorrow. Come on, I'll introduce you to Faye." 

I poked my head in the limo, and tossed Emma my cell phone. I gave Emma directions to call the Berwick and reserve a room for the night, under my name of course. 

I extended my hand, and Debra took it gently. We alighted from the elegant car, I retrieved the heavy suitcase from the trunk, and we made our way to the front door. Faye opened it and greeted us warmly. 

"Faye, this is Debra. She is one of my new slaves." I introduced. 

"Nice to meet you Debra." Faye replied pleasantly. 

"You too, Faye." Debra smiled warmly. 

"Debra will be spending the night here tonight Faye. She will have to share your bed with you." 

"Yes Master, that's fine." Faye responded. 

"How's the morning sickness?" I asked. 

"Fine, Master. I think it's pretty much gone. I've been fine since this morning." 

"You're pregnant?" Debra asked Faye. 

"With my Masters baby, yes." Faye explained. 

"Congratulations!" Debra said to Faye, grabbing her hands. 

Debra got a gleam in her eye, and looked at me. 

"Master, if I was younger, I would have loved to have carried your baby!" Debra said. 

"Ok ladies," I instructed, "come and give your Master a good night kiss." 

My two slaves stood on either side of me pressing their breasts into either side of my chest. I turned to Debra, and gave her a lingering kiss. Then, after we broke our contact, I turned to Faye. I put my hand on her belly and gave her a lengthy kiss as well. 

"Good night, Master." She said quietly, with a smile. 

"Good night Faye." 

"Good night, Master." Debra parroted. 

"Good night Debra." 

With that, I turned to leave, and made my way to my two waiting slaves in the limo. Cherise opened the door, to allow my entrance. 

"Take us to the Berwick." I ordered. 

The limo backed quietly out of the driveway, and glided down the street. I sat on the cross bench seat and stared at my two young slaves. Both were smiling at me. Shannon was caressing the sensual space between her breasts with her finger tips, playing with the expensive necklace that Daniel had no doubt bought for her. Emma was running her fingers lightly along her smooth inner thigh. 

"Any problems booking a room?" I asked Emma. 

"No Master, and when I mentioned your name, they asked if you wanted the usual room. I said yes. I hope that was OK Master." Emma explained. 

The trip to the hotel was silent, and I kind of liked the quietness. I took in my two young slaves features, and felt a slight stirring down below. The trip to my place took about 15 minutes, the silence a welcome break, with the muted sounds of traffic outside the limo. 

I broke the silence with an announcement. 

"Well, Shannon, Emma, I've decided to keep you two as well." I said staring Shannon in the eye, then turning my attention to Emma. "Shannon, you will not see Daniel again. Emma, Anthony is no longer your boyfriend. From now on, the two of you belong to me wholly and completely. Do you understand?" 

"Yes Master." Shannon responded immediately. 

Emma hesitated. "Master, I... I never got to say goodbye to Anthony. He'll be crushed." 

"Don't worry about Anthony, I'll deal with him. He'll get the message. Ok?" 

Emma looked relieved, "Yes Master. Thank you so much!" 

No problem, I thought to myself. 

The limo pulled up to the entrance and came to a smooth stop. Cherise opened the back door, and Emma and Shannon exited the limo. I exited after my two slaves, and pulled Cherise in close to me. Cherise turned her head toward me, and I kissed her on the lips. I then whispered in her ear. 

"After you return the car tonight, come back to the hotel. There will be a key for you at the front desk." 

"Yes Master." I could feel her hot breath on my neck. 

With that we turned and entered the hotel lobby. I walked up to the check-in desk and retrieved the keys. Like I promised I left a key at the front desk, and instructions to allow Cherise access to the room later. 

With that complete, I put my arms around bot my slave's waists, and made my way to the elevator. I opened the door to the room, and allowed my slaves to enter first. I heard a gasp escape Emma's lips, and a slight whistle from Shannon. 

"I've been in nice hotel rooms before," Shannon said, "but this is very nice!" 

"Master, this is beautiful." Emma said. "I've never imagined myself in such a place. Thank you!" 

"You're welcome," I chuckled, "you'll find I treat my women quite nicely. When they listen of course." I said, remembering my slapping of Debra earlier in the day. 

"Ok you two, undress, and join me on the couch." 

I just wanted to relax. I watched my two girls get naked for me, and made my way to the couch. 

My two slaves disrobed, and once they were both nude, joined me on the couch. Emma sat on my right side, and Shannon on my left. They both cuddled into me, and I flicked on the tv. We were watching some kind of World War Two history show, when the door opened. Cherise walked in, looking bewildered at her surroundings. She finally saw the three of us on the couch, and made her way over. 

"Good evening, Master." She said quietly. 

"Good evening, Cherise." I responded. "That sure didn't take you too long." 

"I couldn't wait to be with you again, Master. I don't know what it is, but I can't stand the thought of being apart from you." 

That's very nice of you to say Cherise. Now take your clothes off and join us on the couch will you? 

Cherise stood in front of me, and disrobed. She started by unbuttoning her jacket slowly, allowing it to drop on the floor when she was done. 

"Your pants next, slave." I ordered. 

Cherise looked down at her pants and undid the button, her slender fingers unzipping the zipper. She spread her pants open to expose her pink, cotton panties, and pantyhose, then slid her pants down her smooth legs. Cherise stepped out of her pants, and kicked them gently to the side. 

"Your blouse." I said, my mouth getting dry in anticipation of seeing Cherise's full breasts. 

She undid her buttons one by one, as she moved her hand down the front of her white blouse. I could see the hint of a white bra underneath her shirt. She wore a thin gold chain with a heart pendant that rested just above her cleavage. Her blouse was now completely undone, and she shrugged it to the floor. 

Cherise stood before me on her bra, panties, and pantyhose. She bent to move the pantyhose down her thighs, and I saw her ample breasts sway with the effort inside her bra. With her pantyhose now pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them, towards me. Her arms disappeared behind her back, and her breasts gave a slight jolt as she undid her bra. Cherise slid her bra off of her shoulders, and freed her breasts from the garment. They were beautiful, she had large pink areoles with large, perky nipples. Her bra fell to the floor, on top of her discarded pantyhose. 




The Power of Touching



It was a cold night and despite having been lovers for several months, they had not managed to spend a Saturday morning together. Kelly had frequently shared his bed after they made love on weeknights. She enjoyed the feel of his warm body against hers even when she was unable to fall asleep, which was more common the first couple times. Of course it was nice to be able to rouse him in the middle of the night. The feel of his naked body against hers seemed more like a dream than reality. The horrible sound of his alarm clock at 5 am usually started the day. She enjoyed listening to him slip off to the shower, occasionally moving to his side of the bed, taking a secret moment to feel the warmth of the sheets and snuggle with his pillow. Most mornings she considered joining him in the shower. She never had, mainly because she felt it was unfair to start something she might not have the time to finish. Today was different, it was Saturday and neither of them had to be anywhere, so there would be no alarm clock. Friday evening had been amazing as usual, he was getting better at reading her and she was able to relax more. She sat up to look over him and squinted her eyes to see what time it was, since it was still dark out. The glowing red numbers said it was just before five, she knew he'd probably be somewhat awake any time now. 

Kelly had brought her 'toy box' on other occasions, but had not wanted to interrupt him to bring them to bed. She wasn't sure why, but she enjoyed Wade's hands more than any other partner she had ever had. Other lovers had been rough and/or rushed, while Wade was neither. She enjoyed tasting his cock, which was not something she had relished with her previous lovers. He was curious about her toys, and she had shown them to him one night, but she hadn't been in the mood to play nor the energy to get into the mood. She blamed it on the fact that it had been a Monday. In the last few weeks he had expressed a desire to see her use them, and to watch her masturbate. It was not something she could just do. It was difficult to express her reluctance, she was working on getting comfortable enough to share that with him, but so far it usually led to her playing with him before getting very far. While his comment encouraged her to freely touch herself while they made love, she wanted to fulfill his wish. It was somewhat difficult to want to masturbate when his hands were available. Before this she had mainly touched herself when he was answering the phone, getting a drink, or one delightful evening, when they'd been sitting in separate chairs. It was a strange feeling, not necessarily self-conscious, but the feel of him watching was an unusual sensation. Trusting him enough to allow him to touch and arouse her, was different than allowing him to see how she touched herself. It was a little scary to allow him to get so close, when she had more than her share of men let her down. It was tough to even think about letting him inside her head and her heart. 

She had joked that he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off; he'd softly said he'd try to keep his hands to himself. Kelly listened to him breathing as he slumbered, her eyes had adjusted to the darkness as his back lay exposed as he was curled up facing the edge of the bed. The flannel sheet and comforter tossed back, barely coming up to his waist. She slowly moved so that she was on her back, letting her fingers run down along the soft skin of her neck. She knew he would wake up eventually and it was easier to start without him being aware of her actions. Gradually working down to her full breasts, the nipples quickly puckering as she recalled last night's pleasure. She was so involved with her own touch that she did not feel him turn over. 

Wade awoke to the soft excited breathing of his lover, who would deny that she moaned, despite the erotic sounds she made. He carefully rolled over, the flannel sheet pulled only up to his waist. He recalled how once he'd wanted under the sheets to combat the cold, and she'd replied that she'd keep him warm. Hot and sweaty were common above and below the sheets. He wasn't always sure of himself when it came to her pleasure, there were times when wondered if he was hitting the right spot. She was amazingly confident, sexually; she'd even mentioned toys. She always said he felt great, but just once he wanted to make her feel as incredible as he did. She was without a doubt the most intense sex he'd ever had. He thought about what it had been like when she had slipped from his bed afterwards. He wasn't sure what had taken him so long to ask her to stay. Holding her trembling body, and hearing her unable to speak was amazing. Plus her willing body in the middle of the night, it made those nights he slept alone seem empty in comparison.

He noticed her eyes were closed, and he wondered what she was thinking of as her soft fingers stroked her breasts, and tugged on her gorgeous nipples. Wade had expressed a desire to watch her masturbate, and Kelly had been hesitant. He hadn't pushed, merely enjoyed the times she did caress herself. He wished he was wearing his glasses so he could more easily see the look on her face as her fingers stroked down her body. Her touch seemed lazy, as her fingertips barely brushed her skin. He was getting turned on and as quietly as possible, he retrieved his glasses from the nightstand. Wade was not surprised to see that it was barely past 5 o'clock. He watched one hand disappear from sight under the sheets, between her legs that were obviously spread by the movement under the sheets. He slowly pulled the sheet away, relieved when his action had not distracted Kelly. She was very hands on, usually on him, which was fine, except for when he wanted to watch her touch herself. 

He hadn't noticed until then that she'd cropped the curly mass of hair between her legs, the dark strands just long enough for her fingers to run through. He wondered how long ago she'd done it, and wished he'd been there to watch. Her fingers continued in a slow soft teasing touch, he listened to her breathing, the soft sounds of delight that had roused him earlier. Wade wished he had a better view and more light, but had a feeling that a move to do so would cause her to turn her attention to him and end his current view. He could smell her now, as he slid one hand down to take care of his throbbing cock. 

Kelly kept her eyes closed, she was very much aware of him, she could almost picture where he was and what he might be doing, but she knew that to open them would be to acknowledge him. Doing so would lead to hot passionate sex, and she almost did so, but as he had been very quiet she pulled her thoughts back and tried to imagine she was alone on his bed while he showered. Her fingers gently stroking her labia in order to feel the warm wetness of her desire. She almost wished for her toys so she could feel full while seeking out her clit, but such an interruption would spoil her mindset. It was hidden at times, which allowed her to dismiss its existence when she was younger. Finding it, well that was a time worth remembering, as her fingers stroked upward, finding her clit. It was like a joy buzzer when exposed, intense contact, drove her nuts as she could barely stand it. It was difficult to get a guy to understand this, as they enjoyed intense contact. She circled around it, brushing over it, flicking it, as her breathing changed. She wondered what it would feel like to have his tongue soft and gently working her to release. Kelly enjoyed his mouth, but his scruff on certain tender spots was almost enough to break her focus at times. She felt vulnerable and exposed, despite his patience she wasn't sure she was going to be able to cum while he watched.

He watched her fingers, trying to memorize exactly how she liked being touched; she wasn't the type to order him about. Pretty much as long as it felt good she'd let him keep doing whatever he was doing even if a slight change would feel better. It was an eye opener to watch her fingers, she never slid one inside her, and he suddenly understood that she didn't need penetration to get off. He briefly wondered if she'd ever had an orgasm in his bed, she had said she was pleased sexually, but he had never seen her body look the way it did now. It was tough to keep his hands and mouth off her, especially when she paused. "Don't stop on my account," he whispered.

"The audience is the problem, it's hard to fantasize about you, when you are readily available." There was more to it than that, but that was a large part, the rest was at this moment difficult to articulate. 

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Do you want to leave?" she replied back.

"I want a whole lot of things right now, you are involved in every one of them."

Which ended the talking as Kelly moved her hand and pulled them together for a kiss that was very hungry.