The Island
Chapter 3
Things settled into a rhythm. I did my morning and evening run every day along with weight training five days a week. Some days I was with all four girls, some days with just one. I also spent days with my guy buddies, generally the ones when Stella’s dad was home. Stella got more than her fair share of me because her house was so comfortable, convenient and she was such a good cook. I always tried to do a little more for Denise.
Denise and I were going to the mall for a date on Friday night. That meant I needed to have that talk with her Dad.
“Good-evening sir.” I began.
He gestured to me to sit with him at the kitchen table. I sat.
“What exactly are your intentions toward my daughter?” He began.
“Mostly I was thinking we would keep studying together, but that I would also take her out on some dates too?” I answered.
“That’s good because if her grades suffer, the dating will stop, do you understand?”
“Yes sir.” I replied.
“Will you treat her respectfully?” He asked.
“Oh yes sir. I respect her a lot.” I answered.
“Will you have her home before curfew?” He asked.
“Yes sir.” I answered.
“There will be no alcohol and no drugs?” He asked.
“Never sir. I’m on the track team. I could be tested any moment.” I answered.
“When you’re driving, no distractions. Eyes on the road?” He demanded more than asked.
“Yes sir.” I answered.
“You won’t hurt her feelings?” He asked.
“Oh, never sir.” I answered.
“Then you may take her out.” He pronounced.
“Oh thank-you sir.” I replied.
After that I got along pretty good with Denise’s parents. As far as they were concerned, I was Denise’s harmless respectful studious boyfriend.
The funny thing was we spent a lot of days at the pool. I had mandated that all four girls buy and wear one piece suits. This wasn’t perfect, but it definitely slowed the beefcakes. Then some days, when we had been to the pool, some of the girls would show up on the Island that night. There was no clear pattern which showed which girl would be there and which wouldn’t. I’d also have to give them direct orders after each visit so they would remember the new visit.
The solution to the mystery of which girls would go to the Island was resolved one mid-summer day when three college women I didn’t know showed up at the pool. I knew I was a lucky man. I had four hot girls who were ready to do anything I wanted whenever I wanted. However, they were girls, these were women. I was as horny and obsessed as any teen age boy and my girls were as annoyed as any high-school girl that her guy was obsessed with older girls.
After the pool, we went back to Stella’s and I did my best to make it up to them.
I had Denise home by eight and I went home after that.
I hung out, played some video games and was in bed early.
Then I woke up on the Island.
It wasn’t unusual for me to wake up on the Island now so I pulled myself up slowly expecting to see some group of my girls, but when I looked around, who should I see there? The three college women!
They, of course, screamed when they saw me and ran off trying to cover their private parts. Well imagine that. It was then that the rule clicked. If I was at a pool and I looked at a female and desired sex with her, she would be on the Island that night.
While I wanted, in a general sense, to have sex with my four girls, some days at the pool I would actively desire some or all of them and some I wouldn’t. I know that doesn’t make much sense. A normal guy who saw any of my girls at the pool, even wearing a one piece, would immediately think to himself, “I want to have sex with her.” Perhaps in a less respectful idiom.
As I could have sex with my girls anytime, and had many times, I tended to relate to them as people. I might be chatting with Debbie who was sitting in the lounger next to me. Yes we were at the pool, but I wasn’t thinking, “I want to have sex with you right now.”
After all, when I wanted to have sex with her or any of the others, all I’d have to do was have us adjourn to Stella’s house.
Debbie’s one piece was a white number, generally pretty conventional, but with really high hips. We’d be chatting and that evening Debbie wouldn’t appear on the Island. But sometimes as we were chatting, Debbie would do something that would flip my switch, like turn her lower body casually knees away from me and I would notice there was nothing but one thin strip of lycra between me and her pearly gates and I would want her. That night Debbie would be on the Island.
As for the College women, I knew what to expect. I did my normal Island day. I went to the commodes. Then I went to the spring for breakfast. Then I did two laps. Then some more water. Hanging out at the pools. Another two laps and dinner then sleep.
Day two and three passed much as day one.
Day four began with one college woman coming in to do what I now thought of as the shrieky dance. She would be bent over, trying to cover her strategic bits with her hands and shriek at me because she had decided I was guilty.
I sat down on the rock and I just lifted my finger and crooked it to show she had to come closer.
She did. I knew that sex somehow tamed the girl, but I also had gotten the idea that they would obey, especially after they had been on the Island a few days, even without sex.
I kept making her come closer until she was about five feet away. Then I put my finger on my lips and she blessedly shut up. Then I had her close the distance till her knees were almost touching mine. I pulled her hands away from her front. She did not immediately try to put them back.
While her behavior said she was upset, her body was betraying her and telling me she was very horny. I’d learned how to tell a girl was horny one day as my girls and I hung out at Stella’s. As was normal, we were all naked. We’d been watching a movie and just generally hanging out relaxing when I noticed something about Monica’s breasts. Then I looked at Stella’s and noticed the same thing.
“Your breasts look different, what’s going on?” I asked.
That got a knowing giggle from Monica. “My boobs are just relaxed. I’m not thinking about sex right now so they’ve settled down to rest position, but you’ll notice that I’m pretty into you since as we discuss boobs and sex, my little nubbins are tightening up.” Monica explained.
Then, as we talked, lo and behold, her breasts did tighten up.
“So when they’re relaxed, that means you’re not thinking about sex and when they’re tight like they’re getting now that means you’re getting horny.” I said trying to make sense of it.
“Yes, it can also mean we’re stressed or cold, but mostly, when we’re around you, it means we’re horny.” Monica explained.
After that I grabbed Stella and started making out while Monica rode me like a mechanical bull.
The college girl’s boobs were all tight.
Then I said to the college girl, “Tell me the truth. You will obey any command I give you now, won’t you?”
It took her a few seconds and it was funny to watch. Her head tilted back and forth. She started speaking a few times and then stopped. Finally she said, “I do have to obey anything you say.”
“Good. Now I’ll show you how to Present. Feet shoulder width apart. Good, now don’t move them till I give you permission.” I began.
I decided that would be a good moment to feel up her vagina. She tried to stop me with her hands.
“Never try to stop me from doing anything I want. Especially if I’m trying to do something to your body.” I ordered then continued, “The next step in Present is hands behind the neck, fingers laced.”
Her hands went up behind her neck and I could tell the fingers laced.
“Elbows way back, get those boobs way out on display.” I continued.
Her back arched.
“Smile like being in this position is the most wonderful thing that ever happened to you.”
She smiled.
“Eyes down, you wouldn’t want me to think your uppity.”
Her eyes looked down.
“Every time I say ‘Present’ you snap to this position and hold it till I release you. Think of it as its time to Present yourself for inspection. Also until further notice you stay near me, no running off.” I continued.
I then felt her up, she was so wet. I pulled her down across my lap and gave her amazing rear end a nice spanking, not unlike the one I gave to Stella. Every few spanks got another feeling up until she came and she came hard. Then I put her down on the ground.
I leaned back across the rock which presented my very erect little man.
“Use your mouth, give me the best blow job you possibly can.”
She broke position and gave me a very nice service.
I rested in the afterglow for a few moments. Then, when I got up she was standing again with her hands trying to cover her body.
“No more trying to hide you body with your hands on this Island. To help you remember, keep your hands and arms in Present position until further notice.” I ordered.
She assumed the position.
“The less you try and resist, the fewer orders I’ll have to give you. From now on, you can talk, but keep a calm and respectful tone. Also, address me as ‘Master.’” I explained.
Then to train her, I put my finger in her vagina again and made her come.
“When you’re good. You’ll get a reward. Tell me truth, do you want another reward?”
“Yes.” She finally admitted in a forlorn tone.
“Do you know where the other two girls are?” I asked.
“Yes.” She admitted again in the same forlorn tone.
“Take me to them.” I ordered.
The college woman, who I now thought of as just another girl, led the way, her hands up behind her head. That posture really made her sexy rear stick out.
We found her two friends lying under a bush a little way toward the commodes. They were both masturbating.
“Stop that.” I ordered.
Then as their eyes went wide and they got up to run, I ordered, “Stop. Stand up straight.” Then looking at the first girl I said “Present.”
The first girl went to Present.
Then I turned to the other two girls who were standing there covering their private parts. “That is Present, when I give that order, you are to assume that position and hold it until I tell you to stop, now Present.”
The other two girls, with confused looks on their faces, got into position.
I then said, “Get in a line.”
They got into a line.
“When I give the Present command, I expect faster response.” I commanded then continued, “No covering your private parts without permission. No running off. When you speak to me, speak quietly and with respect. Address me as Master. No masturbating without my permission. No trying to harm me or displeasing me. As I explained to her,” gesturing to the first girl, “the more you try to displease me, the more orders you’ll get. As you can already see, you have to obey.”
As I said that, I put my fingers in the second girl’s very wet vagina. Then I went to the third girl and played with her breasts for a bit.
“Follow me.” I led them to the commodes. I used them first. Then I had them do it accepting they had no privacy.
I took them to the Spring and made them drink and eat. Then I ran them. They were in good shape but I could outrun them so, as I would catch up to them, their rear would get a solid slap and that would get them running hard again. Midway, I called a halt and had second girl give me her best oral. It was pretty good. She got a reward.
I suppose I should describe the three college women who I now thought of as college girls. First girl had dark brown hair and white skin. She was hot and tall and based on my height, just over six feet, I would estimate her at five ten. The second girl had a long gorgeous mane of red curly hair. None of my four girls had hair like that and I now knew I wanted it. She was also tall, taller than me at what I would guess was six two, with a ridiculously large portion of the height in her crazy long, toned, sexy legs that ended in a magnificent pair of hips and rear. Her sex was an unusual, and I found enchanting, peach color. Her boobs were in proportion to the rest of her and they were big, some of the biggest and most beautiful I had seen. The other two girls may have been 9.5s, but second girl was an eleven. The third girl was Asian. She was a little shorter, I’d guess five eight and her breasts were a little smaller. She also had the first set of brown aureoles I’d ever seen. I have to admit, maybe it was her relatively small breast size, I found I liked pink better. Still, if I didn’t have magic access to sex, if a girl as sexy as third girl had given me the time of day it would have been the highlight of my year. Whatever might be third girl’s disadvantage of breasts, her rear and hips were something amazing and the sexiest of the group.
I knew I was playing a sort of game with them, something I hadn’t yet tried here on the Island and whose rules I was not yet certain of. I tried not to give them blanket affirmative commands, like “Always give me blow jobs.” Instead I tried to limit commands to basic negatives like “Don’t try to hurt me.”
In turn this left the girls room for initiative, whoever would be able to please me most would get a reward.
The first real reward was at the end of our first run. First girl won the race.
“First girl clearly wanted to please me the most, she gets a reward.“ I announced. She got a reward. All three girls wanted that reward, bad. Now I had their attention.
We drank again. Third girl clearly made an effort to drink more water than the other two. I gave her a reward.
After that each girl was very focused on who could be the most obedient, the most pleasing.
Second girl found a ledge one could sit on in the warm pool. It was like an extra wide bench in a hot tub except when one leaned back, the rough Island rocks would dig into one’s skin, not dangerous or deadly, just a bit uncomfortable. She offered to let me sit in front of her. She made a perfect padded recliner for me. I sat on the stone bench and reclined into second girl whose breasts made a lovely headrest. After comfortably sitting like that for a while, second girl started giving my temples a message. After a bit, I reached underneath and gave her a reward. She relaxed for a few moments and then started giving me a shoulder massage. I could get used to that.
First girl demonstrated that she had been taking belly dancing classes to entertain me.
That night, third girl offered me her body as a pillow. I slept with third girl as a pillow sandwiched between first and second girl. Life was pretty good. It was nice to go to sleep with girls and then wake up with them.
We stayed on the Island for a long time. I lost count around twenty days. I’d guess we ended up staying for several months.
Second girl figured out how to bring me water where I slept in the clearing using her boobs as a cup. She also brought me a berry so I had breakfast in bed. That got her a reward.
We had blowjob contest. The girls would get to the count of sixty, if I came while her mouth was on me, she won. Otherwise we’d switch to the next girl. Between the counting and the second of cool down between girls I had a lot of endurance. Third girl won the first time and got a reward. We’d play that game frequently, third girl won more than she lost.
After a few weeks, between the way I knew the Island kept them on a slow simmer and the way I trained them, I knew they were growing totally fixated on me and the idea of pleasing me.
As I made second and third girl do some random busy work, I sat down with first girl, and asked, “Before you came to the Island you went to college?”
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“You thought of yourself as strong, independent, perhaps a feminist?” I continued.
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“Now your only goal is to please me and show me how obedient you are?”
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“Answer me honestly,” I knew I had to give that as a command or she would say whatever she thought would please me best. “If I gave you the choice right now, return to your old life or stay here as my obedient slave, which would you pick?”
She thought for a moment, then in a tone that sounded like she was surprised herself, “I would stay here and be your obedient slave.”
“Good.” I said.
The trick for me was to spot behavior that was a clear effort on the part of the girl to please me and reward it. My standard reward was to use my fingers and quickly bring the girl to orgasm. When I wanted to reward all three, I would also sit on my bench in the main clearing, have them kneel and present, then allow them to masturbate thinking of my penis. They worshipped my penis. I had made all three admit that they fantasized relentlessly about me using it on their vaginas. I missed sex, but I enjoyed so many other things about this situation I was willing to settle for oral satisfaction.
After several months I knew that their first thought when they woke to the last thought before they slept, and every other in between, was on how to please me. Every bit of who they were was focused on this goal and nothing else. I’m not even sure they remembered their own names. They had gotten to the point where they could hold the Present position for hours on end. The blowjobs they gave were exquisite, reflecting how they focused desperately on every detail, no matter how small, to try and please me.
Another thing, which I wasn’t sure about was that I thought the girls might have changed over time. It was hard to tell, it’s not like any had turned into a giraffe or grown a third boob. First girl’s hair had developed red highlights. Third girl’s had developed brown. All of their hair had grown. It seemed like their breasts were bigger. The changes were small and had happened over months. It’s possible they just reflected normal growth and change. Maybe I was imagining it?
I decided it was time to go home. I had sex with second girl as I had been wanting to so badly for so long. Then first girl. Then third girl. All in one day. Then I had just enough to have second girl again before we fell asleep.
I awoke in my bed.
At first I had the idea of taking my cheerleaders to the Island and doing the same sort of training to them. Then I thought about it a bit. When it was just the four of us, I didn’t feel that morally compromised. Yeah, I had made four girls my devoted sex slaves. However, its not like anyone had a problem with Marcia Huetzenplutz having four boyfriends following her around. The world was full of men and women who had enough pull to have a harem. So now I did too. I tried to treat them well. The girls could do a lot worse. There was still an unanswered question. How long would it last and how would it affect their lives. A little sexy fun and games over the summer, maybe for a school year would hardly leave them broken and scarred. On the other hand, if they couldn’t go on to meet someone else, if they were permanently fixated on me?
I could remake my three cheerleaders into absolutely fixated slaves, but did I want to do that? It’s not like they wouldn’t already do anything I wanted, but we also had a free and easy comfortable friendship too and I liked who they were as people. I decided not to try and train them the same way. I did want to take them to the Island for a long visit because I liked that. I also wanted to see if there really was physical change.
I went to get Denise and we had a long session of lovemaking before we went to the pool. Normally, she’d give me a quick BJ so we could get the pool quicker. Today, I wanted real sex and lots of it. Denise was happy to oblige. We finally made our way to the pool where my cheerleaders had staked us out a spot. We all did some swimming and hanging out.
I asked Monica and Stella, who were tied into the social web much more tightly than me, “Do you know what happened to Marcia Huetzenplutz?”
“Oh yeah Master,” Monica said.
“Do tell.” I said.
“Marcia eventually got pregnant with Steve Edwards’ baby. I think Marcia figured that would force him to marry her and if it didn’t, at least she’d have the child support Master.” Monica told.
“So she’s okay? Did she marry Steve?” I asked.
“Oh no Master. Steve’s Dad had fancy lawyers who managed to avoid taking any responsibility for the baby and Steve threw her out like a used Kleenex. Of course, as soon as it was known Marcia was pregnant, none of the other boys wanted anything to do with her.” Monica said.
“So what happened to her and the baby?” I asked.
“Dom married her. He went to work in his Dad’s garage. She had the baby and is living with her parents. She got a job as a waitress. She and Dom are trying to save enough money so they can get their own place, but it’s hard since they already have the baby Master.” Monica related.
Monica told me where Marcia was working. It was a place on the other side of town I never went to. I would make a point of not going there and, if I saw her, not speaking to her. Partly it was because I was shallow, like the other boys who had lost interest when they heard she was pregnant, I lost interest too. Also partly because she and Dom were trying to make a go of it and there was a baby involved. I didn’t need to mess that up.
“Do you know anything about those three college girls who were here yesterday?” I asked.
“No, but I could probably find out Master.” Monica answered.
“Find out.” I answered.
“Yes Master.” She answered with a knowing smirk.
Monica and Stella were tied into the social web of the place better than I was. If those college girls were here, that meant they went to High School here. People didn’t come to our little town for touristing. Someone would know someone who Monica and Stella could track down and get the information from.
Also, Monica understood the basic mechanics of the Island. She knew that pretty girls from the pool ended up on the Island with me and then what happened to the girls. Though I had not yet explained how their treatment had differed.
I then explained my plan to take the three cheerleaders to the Island and see if it really did change someone’s appearance.
In the middle, Denise heard what we were talking about. “I want to come too! I also want bigger boobs Master.” She asked plaintively.
Part of her request broke my heart and part of it made want to break out in giggles because of the absurdity. I grabbed Denise and kissed her, then said, “Fine, you can come too.”
We spent the afternoon at Stella’s taking detailed measurements and lots of pictures. Every so often I had to stop and have sex with one of them as they got me worked up and I was looking forward to another long hiatus.
“Be careful with those pictures. I don’t want any parents discovering we’ve been up to something they wouldn’t like or have nude pictures of my girls on the internet.” I ordered.
“Yes Master.” They replied.
Monica and Stella were also working the phones to find our three wayward college girls.
By the end of the afternoon we had taken careful measurements of all five of us and I saw Denise home where I got a last kiss that would have to carry me till bedtime.
I did some chores and played some video games. Then I went to bed.
I woke up on the Island to find all four of my girls present.
I had been thinking of playing the training game with them too, but decided I liked the friendly fun tone we had. Reducing them to abject, humbled, desperate slaves wouldn’t make my life better or theirs.
So we just spent plenty of quality time on the Island. I made sure everyone was eating at least two berries a day and drinking lots of water. We did physically train and Denise got to the point where she could jog around the Island. Monica, Stella and Debbie also taught her some basic cheers. I did use some tricks the college girls had come up with. I would use Stella or Monica as a backrest at the pools. I found I liked using Stella the best as a pillow.
It was pleasant rising and going to sleep when I wanted without worry about what parental units would think, spending all day with my girls completely nude and engaging in any act I wanted without worrying about being seen, getting to go to sleep with my girls. The last one was big.
The truth that I became aware of was that I couldn’t do anything. Sex would send the girl home that night. I couldn’t hang out with my guy friends. Couldn’t play video games. I realized I would probably never have everything I wanted. In the real world, there were moments I could play with my girls, but I was at the mercy of my teachers and parents. I would have to be satisfied. Most guys were lucky if they could get one girl to do something. I had to be grateful considering how blessed I was.
I had all four girls keep separate counts as to how many days we had been on the Island. When Debbie was at 179, Stella was at 180 and Monica and Denise were at 182, Debbie and I had a special day. The next day Stella and I had a special day. Then Monica got her special day.
When it was her turn, Denise asked me, “Why did you have special days with the other girls first?”
I knew she was really asking, “Do you like them better because they’re prettier?”
“I saved the best for last.” I answered.
She smiled and blushed.
I woke up the next day in my home. I picked up Denise and we biked over to Stella’s.
It was fun giving each girl an order and watching them freeze for about five minutes and then say something like, “We were on the Island for such a long time Master!”
We then all stripped and disrobed. Things had changed. The girls had all gained a cup size from the day before. Monica, who had raven black hair, now had red highlights. Stella who had dark brown hair now had some light brown highlights. Denise’s light brown hair had some blond highlights. Debbie, who had gone to the Island a very natural blond, now was clearly a strawberry blond. Their hair was also longer, at least 3-4 inches. They had all lost some waist, Debbie and Monica, around an eighth of inch, Stella a quarter and Denise had lost a whole inch. Denise’s hips and thighs had tightened up considerably too. I think Denise was the most happy with the changes. We had also all grown about a half an inch and more notably, the growth was not evenly spread, it was almost all in the leg.
I had also grown a half inch of new leg. My hair color remained the same and it had not grown. However, my penis was now half an inch longer at rest and my testicles were at least an eighth of an inch larger in diameter.
“All said, it’s impossible to give credit to the Island completely. We’re all growing teens. We could have just grown.” Denise pointed out.
“But our hair color changed!” Debbie added.
“Hair color can change for a lot of reasons, it could be something in that water, or that we spent a lot of time outdoors. We have to see if the change is permanent.” Denise explained. We spent a lot of time that day having sex. I had missed it a lot.
The next day as we congregated at the pool, Monica and Stella reported. “We’ve tracked down at least one of the college girls, her name is Rachel.”
“We should go visit.” I said.
We climbed into Monica’s car and we went to Rachel’s house. I got out and went and stood behind a big bush. Ever so innocent Debbie got out, went to the door and knocked.
After a couple minutes, first girl, answered the door and came outside to talk to Debbie.
I came around the bush and said, “Present.”
Her body snapped into Present, fully clothed, before she knew what was happening. She had such a funny look on her face as she froze for about five minutes.
When she came to, first girl looked at me and said, “Master!”
“Where are the other two girls?” I asked.
“Inside Master.” She answered.
“Stand normally, casually call them out.” I ordered.
She settled into a more normal position and called into the house, “Hey Sonya, Yumi, there’s a girl here from the current cheer squad who wants to meet us. She says we’re legends.”
Second and third girl emerged smiling.
Once again I gave the command, “Present.”
All three of the girls immediately snapped into position while girl two and three went into that daze which I assumed was how they fully remembered their Island experience. Seeing what the girls were doing, Debbie assumed the position too. That was cute.
“Debbie, you and,” I said pointing at first girl, “stand normally. Do you three girls have access to a car?”
“Yes Master.” She answered.
“Whose is it?” I asked.
“Yumi, third girl’s, Master.” She answered.
Second and third girl came back to themselves and said, “Master!”
I said, “Is anybody expecting the three of you before eight?“
First girl answered, “No Master.“
“Good, you three get in your car and follow us back to Stella’s place.” I ordered.
As a two car convoy we went back to Stella’s place. We all went inside and when the blinds were all drawn, I had all the girls disrobe.
Denise sat next to me on the couch. Monica, Stella and Debbie kneeled casually at my feet and my three college girls stood in a row facing us in Present position.
“I suppose some introductions are in order.” Gesturing to Denise, “This is Denise, she is queen of my harem and my main girlfriend. She has the right to give orders on my behalf.”
Then pointing to the girls on the floor, “These are my side girlfriends and finally,” gesturing to my college girls, “these are my slaves.”
We then had a party till eight. I had a lot of sex. I kept my slaves in Present position. When I felt a bit spent, I pulled Denise to sit next to me on the couch, I had my cheerleaders kneel on the floor in a semicircle facing me. I made sure their legs were spread at least shoulder width apart.
“Allright lean back until your shoulders reach the carpet and relax, but keep those knees wide open.” I ordered.
Of course they all did leaving their vaginas hard exposed.
“Slaves, get kneeling between those legs. Use your mouths to pleasure them. Each time they come, you may use your fingers to make yourself come once as well.” I ordered.
The slaves left their Present position and scurried between my girls’ legs. As the heads of the slaves obscured the vaginas of my cheerleaders, their own were revealed again like blossoming flowers.
I enjoyed the show for a while. I could tell my slaves were having success from the flushed faces of my cheerleaders and the way their own fingers snaked into their own sexes to pleasure themselves.
After a while, this decadent display aroused me again and I pulled a flushed Denise onto my lap and my penis into her velvety sex. With her leaner legs I could penetrate deeper which I certainly enjoyed and I suspect she did as well. Oh, this was good, her beautiful breasts and their beautiful rose colored nubbins. With all that was going on behind her. I had come many times that day but it was just enough to push me over the plateau one more time.
After that, the evening broke up. I gave some basic orders to my new slaves, no boyfriends, not a problem as one didn’t have and the other two were back at college and would be broken up with when they got back. Be available by phone. Be cool in public, we didn’t want questions. Etc.
I also ordered my new slaves to stay and help Stella clean up. Monica would get Debbie home and I would bike Denise home. I gave Denise a kiss at the door and wished her good night. I found it quite easy to get to sleep when I got home.
My schedule continued after that basically the same. With one addition. I had my slaves come over on Tuesdays after my parents had left. They would literally be waiting up the block in their car watching to see the second parental unit leave. I would bring them in. They would strip and start cleaning the house.
My parents weren’t anywhere near wealthy enough to afford a live in maid. My parents argued about the idea of getting a cleaning person in regularly once a week or every other week, but money was tight. So my parents mostly picked up as much as they could. With their already busy schedules that meant either on the weekend when one might really prefer to be doing something else or at night, when they were already really tired. There had been some talk that maybe I could pick up some of the slack and help out, especially since it was summer vacation and I wasn’t burdened by anything like a job.
Once stripped, my new slaves would clean like their lives depended on it. Every floor was vacuumed or swept and mopped. Every bathroom and the kitchen would sparkle. Third girl had a real touch for floors, as she would get down on her hands and knees to clean that kitchen floor. First girl seemed to be really in tune with bathrooms. Linens were stripped and beds were made. All laundry was washed, ironed if necessary, folded and hung. After the first pass, I made sure my parents put any laundry they wanted done out and had a set of clean sheets ready for their bed. They loved that. Second slave was really good with that iron making sure all my Dad’s work shirts were clean and pressed. I just loved watching her huge breasts sway back and forth as she worked the iron.
Or course, I spent most of the day with second girl. I had missed second girl. I really enjoyed having sex with her. That incredible body, those marvelous boobs, and her sex seemed like it had been made with me in mind. Second girl did some cleaning, but she also spent a lot of the day pleasing me.
After the second time, food was put in a particular place so my parents could come home to a meal already prepared in the oven or on the stove as well.
I tried to make sure my slaves all got rewarded. I tried to be nice. I can’t say I was always perfect. Let’s face it, love is not always fair.
I also instructed my slaves, after cleaning was done while they stood in a line, nude, in the Present position, they needed to go out and get jobs that would not interfere with their Tuesday duties. They would give me half the take home. Then I sent them home. When my parents got home I would bike over to Denise’s house and we would spend the evening studying and kissing.
First slave had gotten a job as a receptionist, second and third had gotten jobs as waitresses at Pearbees. By the end of summer, I had almost $4000 in cash in a cardboard box in the back of my closet.
Before they went back to school, I collected information from my slaves. To be honest I didn’t care if I lost first and third, but I really wanted to keep seeing second. They were to come home for breaks and summer, unless a major educational or professional development opportunities arose. They were to use their judgment. There were hugs and each one got an individual special day. After they went back to school, I would check in with each of them at least once every week and give them permission to masturbate.
I know there may be those who think I was being cruel. I was denying these girls the chance at a normal social life and sex. How wrong. Funny, the many times I had heard female characters in movies and TV shows smugly utter phrases like, “Not having sex won’t kill him,” had not yet started any mass protests.
In the end, there was no chain on any of these girls legs and they weren’t locked in any dungeon. If they really didn’t want to play along, nothing would stop them from walking away.
I did realize, while I had a very healthy libido, I only had so much to spread around. One could argue four girls was a lot and I was spreading it thin. Seven definitely spread it thin. Another issue was how long did this Island effect last? If it wore off after a few months or so, then any restrictions I put on them would be meaningless. If it lasted forever, I would have to be more careful. Clearly, I liked second girl a lot. That pointed to an idea that I needed to be more discriminating in which new girls I picked, if I picked any. However, I had to be careful, as attractive women get a lot more attention. The last thing I needed was to become an object of public curiosity.
My parents sat me down at the end of summer. I thought it was going to be for something bad.
My Dad started. “We’ve been really impressed by the way you have stepped up this summer. It showed a lot of responsibility. The fact that you didn’t ask for anything in return was also impressive. Your Mom and I have been discussing it and we have decided to buy you a car!”
Wow, my own wheels! That was so awesome!
“Thank-you so much. I promise to be very careful!” I replied. There was lots of hugging and happiness.
My parents had allowed me to spend the last month of summer taking a driver’s Ed class offered by my High School. I was ready with my license. The idea had been that I might, might, be allowed to occasionally borrow one of their cars. I was so excited.
Then we went shopping. My visions of Mustangs and Corvettes gave way to the reality of a used Subaru Forester. It was very practical. Very safe. In good condition. And about as boring as a car could be. Well, at least they were wheels. I would be expected to find a way to cover gas and routine maintenance. My parents would cover insurance and registration. Luckily I had that cash from my slaves.
Before school started, my regular four girls needed a little more engineering. Stella and Monica were seniors and major social players as the #1 and #2 on the cheer squad. They found beards. Monica started going out with a Strong Safety from the football team. Stella started seeing a pitcher from the baseball team. It would have been a real problem for both guys if their true preferences became known. They actually met each other because of this arrangement. They seemed happy. Sam got to take Debbie to homecoming and prom. He had been made to understand her boyfriend was a college guy and that he wouldn’t get anything for it, but that was two more dates than he would have gotten on his own. Of course, I took Denise.