Storiesonline.net ------- Claire Converts by MWTB Copyright© 2004 by MWTB ------- Description: This is a side story off of Tired of Being the Nice Guy. When Claire discovers that her daughter was submitting herself to slavery, it sends her life off in a direction that she had not expected. Codes: MF rom cons D/S Mdom span lght ------- ------- This is a side story to Tired of Being the Nice Guy. It stands by itself, but makes a lot more sense if you've read Tired first. If you've recently read Tired, you'll find much of the first chapter to be a review of Day 29, albeit from a different perspective. If this bores you, skim the story up to chapter 1.5. ------- Chapter 1 Amy and I were shopping with our girls. We had been best friends for years, and our girls had grown up together. Our houses were just down the street from each other and my daughter Becky and Amy's daughter Jamie were virtually always together. Amy and I were together quite a bit as well; one of us was usually at the other's house for coffee and we liked to shop together. We often went out together with our husbands as couples. We hadn't been into the city for a while, and I was a bit surprised when Becky called me and offered a day out. Now that we had been shopping with them for a bit, my feelings had changed from surprise to suspicious. Jamie came along with Becky as did Cindy, Amy's younger daughter; Cindy had been staying with Becky and Jamie for the last week. Jamie and Becky were acting quite nervous, though I couldn't figure out why. Amy picked up on it as well, asking me, "What do you think is going on with the girls, Claire?" I shrugged, not knowing myself. We went to lunch with them and finally I decided to end it. "OK, are you going to tell me about it?" I asked Becky. At first Becky tried denying that anything was wrong, but she quickly broke down and told me, though she was very nervous as she spoke. As she explained it, she and her boyfriend had not been getting along. She said that she had thought that she had him pussy whipped. I didn't think that there was anything wrong with that, so she asked me how I would feel if the situation were reversed, as she put it, if she were cock whipped. I smiled as I told her she would probably like having him pussy whipped better, but she told me that while that might have been the case, he didn't like it at all, and he had, in fact, broken up with her. "I'm so sorry, dear," I told her. "When did it happen? Why didn't you call me?" I asked. I was very surprised that she hadn't told me. She didn't tell me about every breakup, but she had been dating him for a long time. I had met this one - I liked him, and she knew that. "The story doesn't end there, mom," Becky continued. She told me that he had explained to her that he was no longer happy in a relationship where the woman had him whipped. Instead, he was going to look for a relationship where he was in control. She went on, "After he told me that, I realized that he was right, I had been a selfish bitch, and it drove him away." "He called you a selfish bitch?" I shrieked, outraged. My opinion of him was quickly dropping. "No, mom, he didn't," she said calmly. "I called myself a selfish bitch, because it is what I was. I cried all night and thought about what he had said. The next day I called and begged him to let me talk to him. He didn't want to, but he relented and he took me out to dinner to talk. Mom, I begged him to come back, I told him that I could change, but he didn't buy it. He said that I could not change into what he was looking for. "I knew that he was wrong, mom. I love him, and I was not willing to let him go. So I made him an offer." "What was your offer?" Amy asked Becky. "I offered to turn the relationship upside down," Becky explained. "Before it was all about me; I offered to make it all about him. I demanded to be his slave." His slave! What was she talking about? "What do you mean, 'his slave'?" I demanded. "Just what it sounds like," she told me. "I agreed to obey him completely; I agreed to carry out his every wish. I agreed to deny him nothing, ever." I couldn't understand what she was saying. "Do you mean like a sex slave?" I asked. "That's part of it," Becky said. "But I meant a slave in every respect. I offered myself to him completely. If he accepted, he would own me; he would have complete control of every aspect of my life. If he told me to quit my job, I would. If he told me to have a baby, I would. If he told me to sleep with his boss so that he could get a promotion, I would. I would do anything and everything that he asked." "You said 'If he accepted'," I said, a ray of hope emerging. "Did he accept?" "No, he didn't," I said. 'Whew!' I thought to myself. If she wasn't going to do it, though, why did she tell me the whole story? Becky explained that he didn't believe that she could change. He told her that she might be able to behave differently for a while, but it wasn't in her nature to be that way permanently. So she made him an offer he couldn't refuse. "Try me for thirty days," she had told him. "If at the end of thirty days I still wanted to be his slave, and if I had proved that I would be a good slave, then he would collar me, mark me and own me." Collar her. Mark her. Own her. My daughter was scaring me. I knew from this conversation that he had accepted, and she acknowledged that he had. "When did he agree?" I asked carefully. "A month ago," she said quietly, "and next Saturday I am going to kneel at his feet and offer myself to him as his lifelong slave. I want you to be there, mother." "You want me to come watch my daughter be humiliated like that?" I shrieked. I was definitely losing it. My daughter was making herself subservient to a man in the most absolute way possible, and she wanted me to accept it, no, bless it. She wanted me to watch her give herself to her boyfriend. Just then Amy broke in, asking, "What do you think of this, Jamie?" I knew by that quiet tone of voice that she knew the answer to her question. Then Jamie explained how she was at first appalled by what Becky was doing, so she hung around with them to protect Becky. Then she realized that Becky was truly happy in her new situation. She told us that Becky was, in fact, forcing him to dominate her more than he had expected to, that she was finding him other women to sleep with so that he wouldn't get tired of being just with her! I was about to blow up again when Amy asked her daughter, "Should I be concerned that you and Becky have recently become roommates again, especially given that she will become her boyfriend's slave next week?" That's when Jamie dropped the next bomb: while she was trying to protect Becky, she instead became jealous of her! Jamie told us, "To my shock, amazement and gratitude, they offered to share it with me. Mom, next week when Becky bows before her Master and offers herself up as his slave, I will be kneeling right next to her, making the same offer to him." Amy and I sat shocked for a while looking at each other. Finally, we both just exploded. We yelled and screamed and railed at the girls. Neither of us could believe that they were doing something that stupid! Amy lowered her voice and I realized that everyone in the restaurant was looking at us, so I lowered my voice as well, but we both kept at it. Becky and Jamie began to cry, and then Cindy said, "Would you two shut up?" We both looked at Amy's baby girl like she had grown another head, but she continued hotly, "I spent a lot of time tagging along with them when I was a kid, and I've been pretty close to Jamie since then," she said. "And in all the time that I've known them, I've never seen them so happy. I just spent a single day with them, but I realized immediately that they all love each other madly, and if, as their mothers, you cannot appreciate that and put their happiness first, then you are hypocrites, and you don't deserve to be invited to witness their love." She sat back and glared at me and Amy. I thought about what Cindy said. I realized that I should at least talk about it some more. I apologized and told my daughter that while I might not necessarily approve, I was willing to think about it and discuss it. We talked a little more and the implication of what Jamie had said sunk in. I started to freak again when I asked about their relationship. "Yes, mother," Becky said with an exasperated tone. "It turns out that both your daughters are bisexual. And since we loved each other anyway, it wasn't such a large step to sleep together." I tried getting my mind around that revelation as we continued our conversation, and something else that Jamie had said popped into my brain. I asked Jamie, "You said that Becky found other women for him to sleep with. You are OK with that?" "Yes, it's only fair," Jamie answered. "You see, Becky and I and a number of other women go out on Tuesday nights, and Becky decided that she did not want him to be lonely, so each Tuesday night we find him someone to keep him company while we are gone." That seemed like a pretty thin rationale to me. "It doesn't bother you that he is cheating on you?" I asked. Becky blew up at me, explaining that he was not cheating, that he was completely faithful. He did sleep with other women, but only when Becky and Jamie knew about it in advance. That is when she let it slip that she had cheated on him with another woman, and that he had read the riot act to her for it. In fact, she described the incident in fairly graphic detail. I was both uncomfortable and aroused while listening to the story, especially when she explained how her 'Master' was going to punish her. I joked with her, "Maybe I should ask him if I could see him punish you. Lord knows I wanted to take you over my knee for a good spanking many times when you were growing up!" I don't know what came over me to say that, and I was even more shocked to realize that I was a little moist thinking about that picture. "Does that mean that you approve of my relationship?" Becky asked. "NO!" I said emphatically. "However, it does mean that I might be able to accept it. I love you, sweetheart, and I do want you to be happy. Plus, I know how stubborn you are. It amazes me that he is able to control you at all. I do want to talk to your 'Master' though, and make sure that he understands that I will not tolerate him abusing you!" "Not even if I want the abuse?" she asked. "Don't start with me, young lady!" I rebuked. Jamie asked Amy if she was OK with it, and Amy expressed concern that she was rushing into something very serious with a man that she had known for a far shorter time than Becky had. Jamie, however, reassured her mother. "I've always liked him," Jamie said, "and of course I love Becky. I didn't go into this expecting to fall in love with both of them and end up this way. You're wrong, though, mom. I did fall in love that quickly, and I believe that he loves me as well. He might love Becky more, but he loves me too, and I can say that I feel completely comfortable and happy with our relationship." "You fool!" Becky told Jamie emphatically. "Of course he loves you as much as me. He probably loves you more; you are a much better slave than I am!" "Well I want to meet this person as well," Amy said. "He anticipated that," Becky told us. "He should be home shortly and he is willing to sit down and talk things over with you." And that is when Becky dropped the last bombshell, or rather, Jamie did. Becky was too nervous to tell us, so she asked Jamie, "Can you tell them?" Jamie leaned over and kissed Becky! They said that they were sleeping together, but seeing them kiss was something else. While they did not slobber all over each other's tongues, it was not a friend's kiss; it was a lover's kiss. Then Jamie explained that in the course of experimentation, Becky came across this woman whom she had made her slave. We were once again shocked. Not only was Becky going to become a slave, she had one of her own, a woman named Chrissy. We didn't know how to react, and Cindy piped in with, "She's a very nice woman." I couldn't believe it. My world was so normal this morning. What had happened? "I don't know what to say. Are you saying that you now live in a house with a Master and three slaves?" "A Master with two slaves, and then one more slave that belongs to me," Becky clarified. "Oh, that's much better!" I said sarcastically. This was spinning way out of control. "I'll admit, we don't have a traditional relationship," Becky said, and I snorted. That was an understatement! "But we are happy the way we are. Can't you just accept that and be happy for us?" I thought about it, but it was still too much! "I'm still working my way through this," I said, "but I do want you to be happy. Let's go meet this new master of yours." "OK," Becky replied, "but all of you had better be nice to him!" We all got up and headed back to their house. On the way, I pulled Amy to the side and asked, "What do you think of all of this?" "I have to admit, I'm a little freaked out!" she said. "On the other hand, I've known people in 'alternative lifestyle relationships', and while some were screwed up, there were quite a few that were normal." I couldn't believe that Amy knew people who lived alternative lifestyles! She never mentioned it to me. Amy continued, shaking her head. "I guess I just never thought that my daughter would find one. Something that I do know about is rebellion. And I'll tell you right now that if we reject this, they will go ahead anyway and we will lose our daughters." I thought about what she said, and I realized that she was right. As we approached the house, Becky said, "Please don't freak out with what happens inside. We'll try not to embarrass you too much, but we do have certain rules that we have to follow." That sounded a bit ominous, but I was going to take Amy's advice and go in with an open mind. We walked up to the door of what looked like a very nice residence. Jamie opened the door and we followed the girls in. I looked around, and the thought I had outside was confirmed by the inside: this was a very nice house. Then my attention was distracted by the twin sights of Becky and Jamie removing their clothes and Becky's boyfriend walking into the room accompanied by a nude woman. The woman walking into the room was a young blonde, not much older than Cindy. She had large breasts and her pussy was completely shaved. I quickly saw that it was a pattern in this house as Jamie and Becky revealed their shaved privates as well. I giggled to myself, wondering if he was shaved as well. "I'd imagine that they have been shocking you most of the afternoon," he said to me and Amy, as the girls went over and kissed and hugged him. The nude woman (well, now there were three of them, but the one that was not one of our daughters) said, "Good afternoon, ma'am, I'm Chrissy. Can I get you a drink or a snack?" "No thank you," Amy said. "I could use a strong screwdriver," I said. "Yes, ma'am," Chrissy said, and went to get the drink. "Would you like to come have a seat in our study?" Becky's boyfriend asked. "I imagine there are some things that we need to discuss." We followed him into the large study. "Nice place," I said. "Thank you, it's Chrissy's," he told me. "We were looking for a bigger place and Chrissy convinced us to move in with her." "Is this one of the privileges of owning a slave?" Amy asked. "You own her property as well?" "I suppose it could be," he said, "but that is not the way that it works. First of all, I do not own Chrissy, Becky does. Secondly, we are all paying her rent, though admittedly not the market value of this place. Nonetheless, we live like a family, so it is not that I own what was the girls', but rather that we jointly own everything together. And that is by agreement alone; legally, we each own our own things." "Still, you must be a happy camper," I said. "You have three naked girls running around, and from what I understand, numerous girls on the side." He laughed and told us he would be crazy if he didn't enjoy it. "But I like to think that they are getting something out of this relationship as well," he said. I asked what they were getting out of the relationship, and Jamie replied, "I have a freedom that I've never had before. I do whatever my Master tells me, and there is no guilt or remorse. If it feels good, and it almost always does, then I can enjoy it without worrying about whether it is right or wrong; if he tells me to do it, then it is right!" "The same is true for me," Becky added. "But for me, he also made me realize that I was not a particularly nice person. When he showed me what I had become, I realized that I wanted to be someone different; someone that is kind and loving; he is helping me become that person. Plus, I really have fun trying to come up with new ways to please him!" I told them that was enough personal details, and I asked him what he had planned for them. He explained that, if they still wanted to, he was going to take them as his slaves next Saturday. He asked for our blessings, but he also explained that if he didn't get them, they would still go ahead, just as Amy had predicted. "We are hoping that you can accept us, and how we want to live," he explained. "We want you in our lives." "So you just want to be a normal part of the family? And when you come over for a holiday dinner, you'll bring your three naked slave girls?" Amy asked. "Yes, I want to be part of your families," he responded. He explained that they both felt a strong connection to their families and he wanted them to remain part of their families. "It would make me very happy to be part of that as well. "As for holiday dinners," he said with a smile, "I think I can allow them to wear clothes to those occasions. And if we have big family dinners here, I will allow them clothes as well. But if you are just coming by for a visit, then they will be naked, and they will remain naked, because that is the way that we live." I pointed out that he was still wearing his clothes. "That is correct," I said. "First of all, I would not want to offend you by being naked in front of you for this meeting. Second, I feel vulnerable enough just having this conversation; I don't think I could possibly have done it naked. Third, being the top dog has certain privileges. It is true; I make these girls run around naked for my benefit while I remain dressed. It excites me, and I believe it excites them. But whatever the reason, in our house, it is my decision, and this is what I choose. Whether you like it or not, that is the way that it will be." Amy and I sat quietly for a few minutes, soaking it all in. I realized once again that Amy had hit the nail on the head. If we stomped off, condemning their lifestyle, we would lose our daughters. We really had no choice, and that frustrated me, but I realized that these were grown women, much as we wanted them to be our babies. "I can't say yet that I approve of this situation," I told him, "but I love my child, and I can see that she is determined to go through with this. I don't want to lose her, so we will have to go along with it. Frankly, as I told her earlier, I am very impressed that anyone can get her to do what they want, so there must be something to you!" "A lot of love and some painful discipline," he said, smiling at Becky. "And what about you?" he asked Amy. "I guess that I have to agree with Claire. She knows you better than I do, and she clearly doesn't think you are a raving lunatic, so hopefully things will work out. But I have to warn you, if you hurt my daughter, I and my husband will come after you and kill you, do you understand?" "I do, ma'am, and I agree with you," I said. "I might hurt her in little ways; that happens in every relationship. However I would never do anything to seriously injure either of your daughters. I love them both too much." "I think I'll take that drink now," Amy said. "How about champagne all around?" he asked, and Chrissy went off to get some. The girls then told us that they would be having their wedding next Saturday, and they invited us to attend. Before we could accept, however, their 'Master' warned us, "This will not be a traditional ceremony. These two beautiful women will be offering themselves to me, and I will be accepting. The relationship is something more than a traditional man and wife, and I will be displaying my ownership of them. By the end of the ceremony, they will be nude and on display. We would very much like you to be there, but I need you to understand what it will be like so that you are not surprised." I looked at Becky and I realized something. "You expect me to break this to your father, don't you?" I asked. Becky didn't look directly at me, but she nodded her head. "Well, I didn't raise any dummies," I sighed. "I'll tell him, but I think he will want to meet with all of you before this 'ceremony'." "Yes, mother," Becky said quietly. "Well that's a first!" I said. "You are definitely making her a more obedient girl!" "You have no idea," he said. "I don't want to know!" I replied, laughing for the first time in a while. We had our drinks and made arrangements to have dinner together on Wednesday night. When we made the recommendation, he said, "That works for us." As we got ready to leave, Becky began crying and thanking me for being understanding. It was a little uncomfortable having my fully grown daughter hugging me while she was stark naked, but I could see she needed it, so I let her. We left and headed home, each of us quietly thinking about what had happened. How was I going to break this to my husband? ------- I didn't talk to my husband Jake about the day as soon as he arrived home. I was very nervous and not quite sure how to put it. I was not happy that Becky had dumped this in my lap, but she was probably right; it would be better for me to break it to him in the peace of our house, rather than have him blow up in person. I would have put it off for longer, but I knew that Amy would be talking to her husband Jim soon, and they would compare notes. After dinner I told him that we had to talk. "What's up," he asked. "Well, it's a good news, bad news thing," I told him. "Uh oh, something tells me I won't like this," he said. "Becky's getting married," I blurted. "What? Is that the good news, or the bad news?" Jake asked. "The good news," I told him. "Your tone of voice tells me that I am not going to like the bad news," he said. I knew that he was right. I didn't really know a good way to break it to him. "What do you know about alternative lifestyles?" I asked him. "What does that have to do with Becky getting married?" he asked. He was not making it easy for me, so I thought I'd just spit it out. "Becky and Jamie are both marrying Becky's boyfriend, and they are both going to be his slaves," I said in a rush. There, it was out. He looked at me like I was insane. "Do you want to run that by me again?" he asked in a deceptively calm tone of voice. I slowly repeated, "Becky and Jamie are both marrying Becky's boyfriend. And they are both going to be his slaves." "What the hell does that mean?" he demanded. "How can two people marry the same man? And what do you mean by slaves. Clair, tell me what is going on this instant!" So I did. I told him about the day and its revelations. I told him how Becky agreed to be his slave. How Jamie did as well. That his beloved daughter was bisexual. I told him everything, not leaving anything out. And amazingly, he did not go ballistic. Oh, he was upset, he was very upset. But he took it in stride, and he thought it through. "If we try and stop this, she'll just ignore us and go off with him anyway, cutting us out from her life," he said, with the same insight that Amy had. "I think that she will," I told him. "It doesn't make sense, but they both love him very much, and he loves them as well." "Then there is really nothing to do but support her," he said. "It's not really the end of the world; she'll still have a loving family, and it sounds like she is having fun." We kissed and hugged, and now that we were over the initial shock and on the road to acceptance, we started talking about it with more humor. "He really has her obeying him?" Jake asked. "Really," I told him. "He explained that he used a combination of reward and punishment and she certainly seems to be taking to it." I grinned at him and said, "I told him that he should let me see him spank her, because she deserved a good spanking on many occasions when growing up." "That would certainly be embarrassing for her, especially if I watched as well," Jake chuckled. "Especially since I'm sure it's a bare bottom spanking!" I countered. "The only kind there should be," Jake said with an evil grin. "Don't even think about it!" I said nervously. "Why, haven't you ever done anything to deserve a good bare bottom spanking?" he asked. I looked at him for a minute and then bolted. He was up in a flash after me, and I almost made it to the bathroom, but he grabbed me at the last second and flung me over his shoulder. "No, stop, don't!" I said, struggling, though I don't think he believed me for a second. He took me to our room and flung me down on the bed. I tried crawling away but he pulled me over his lap and yanked my skirt up. He gave me two sharp spanks on my panties, then started pulling them down. I continued struggling until he slipped his fingers between my legs. He bent over and whispered in my ear, "I'd believe your struggles a little more if you weren't soaked." I dropped my head in shame, because he was right. I don't know why, but between the day's revelations and his threat to spank me, I was positively gushing. He got my panties most of the way down my legs and raised his hand to continue my spanking, this time on my bare butt. He spanked me about ten times, not too hard, before he pushed me off onto the bed. He stood up and started removing his clothes, and I was surprised to realize that I was disappointed that he had stopped. As he pulled his underwear off he said, "Maybe Becky's boyfriend has the right idea; having a slave around here would certainly be fun!" "Don't be ridiculous, Jake!" I told him. "You know I'll do anything for you without being a slave!" I pulled him onto me, and then into me. He made love to me, but I couldn't help but realize that my poor little pussy had gushed when he joked about making me his slave. Jake must have been as excited about the day's events as I was, because he was pounding on me, and I was slamming right back at him. We were both animals, and his cock felt bigger in me that it had ever felt before. I usually took a long time to build up and cum, to the point that Jake sometimes had to use tools on me after he got off, but not tonight. Tonight I was cumming within seconds of him entering me, and I could not stop cumming. I don't think that I came more than once, but that one time lasted for minutes, until Jake's cock finally swelled and spat his seed into me. Even after he had cum, I felt the aftershocks for as long as he laid on top of me, his softening cock slowly slipping out of me. "Wow," he said, "if that is what it's like to have sex after I spank you, you are not going to be comfortable sitting for a long time!" I punched his arm halfheartedly and said, "It wasn't the spanking!" "Then what was it?" he asked. "The thought of your daughter being a sex slave? Or owning a sex slave? Or having her best friend as a sex slave with her?" "Stop saying sex slave!" I said. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much," he whispered as he kissed my neck and snuggled into me. He fell asleep soon after, but I was up very late thinking about the day. ------- On Wednesday night, Jake, Amy, Jim and I showed up at the restaurant looking for our daughters. We had talked together, and we all agreed that there was nothing that we could do to stop them, and if they were happy in this relationship, so be it. Amy and I commiserated about not having big weddings to help plan, but at least Amy still had another daughter left. We walked up to the small group that they formed and stood a little awkwardly until Cindy walked up to Jim and turned to the group saying, "This is my father, Jim, and you know Becky's Dad, Jake." Becky's boyfriend shook Jake's hand and kissed my cheek, doing the same with Jim and Amy. Jake cleared his throat, and Becky said, "Sorry. Everyone, this is Chrissy. She's mine." Chrissy stepped forward and curtsied to us. "Sir, Ma'am, Ma'am, Sir, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance." "She is certainly polite," Jake said to Becky. We were soon seated at a long table, with Jim, Amy, me and Jake on one side, Cindy on the end next to me, and Becky's party arrayed across from us. We ordered drinks and our food, and then Becky's boyfriend told us that our daughters were very nervous and he asked us how we were all feeling about the situation. I thought that I'd put his mind to rest, so I said, "First, let me tell you that I don't think that anyone will come to blows tonight. We've all sat down and talked about this situation and everyone will be happy to know that we will go along with whatever makes you happy." "Oh, mom!" Becky screamed and jumped out of her chair and around the table. She grabbed me and Jake in a big hug and squeezed us tight as she cried, and Jamie did the same with her parents. Our husbands queried the girls to make sure that they really wanted this, though I already knew the answer. Jim said that he didn't want to see his daughter hurt, and he received the reply, "I may hurt her occasionally; that happens in any relationship. However, I love her very much, and I would never do anything that I thought would seriously hurt her." Jim then asked Cindy what she thought, since she had spent time with all of them. She wholeheartedly approved, so Jim, convinced for himself, told Jamie, "Well, I'm not sure how I'm going to explain this to my friends and the rest of my family, but I'll give you my blessing." Jamie popped up out of her seat again and ran to her father. Becky looked expectantly at Jake, who in turn looked at Chrissy and asked, "Would you care to explain what you meant when you said that Chrissy was yours?" "Mom explained to you that Jamie and I have offered ourselves as slaves," Becky explained. "While we were getting into this new relationship, we came across Chrissy, and she has agreed to be my slave. That is what I meant when I said that she was mine." As she said that, she reached over and took hold of Chrissy's leash. "Interesting jewelry," Amy observed, looking pointedly at the collars that each of them was wearing. Suddenly I realized that my daughter was wearing a collar and a leash! Becky pulled her leash out and handed it to her boyfriend, and Jamie did the same. "This is getting a little intense," I said, but my panties were unaccountably soaked. He took Becky's leash and slipped it back into her dress, and did the same for Jamie, and said "The girls are just nervous, and Becky is trying to put on a brave front. However what Becky said is correct. Chrissy is hers, not mine. This Saturday Becky and Jamie will be mine, but Chrissy will remain with Becky." "I don't understand any of this," Jake said. "Sometimes I feel like I don't either," Becky's boyfriend said. "It is hard to understand unless you are part of it. Ask Cindy. She's been living in our house for a while, watching us interact, and she still doesn't completely understand why the girls are doing what they are. As I said, I don't always understand why they are doing this. But I do know that it makes them happy, and it makes me happy, and it makes Chrissy happy. I don't know if this will last forever, but I want it to, and I will do everything I can to continue to make all of us happy." "I guess that is all any parent can ask," Amy said. "So will that make you our son-in-law?" "For all intents and purposes," he said with a smile. "Shall I call you Mom?" "Amy is fine for now," she replied. We talked it over a little more, and then the food arrived. While we were eating, Becky asked Jake to walk her down the aisle. Before he agreed to it, we were warned again about the ceremony, including the fact that our daughters would be naked for parts it. When Jake nonetheless agreed, Becky again popped up to hug him, and Jim received similar treatment when he agreed to give Jamie away. We finished dinner, and before dessert Jake said, "Why don't us menfolk go to the bar for a cigar and a brandy?" As they got up to go, I pulled Jake close to me and said, "Becky is in love with him. Don't do anything stupid!" Jake just whispered, "Don't worry!" and walked away, but I was a little worried. After they were gone, we sat uncomfortably for a few minutes before Amy said, "I know it's probably silly at this point, but since you are getting married, is there anything that you think you need to know about anything?" Cindy laughed and said, "Geez mom! She should be the one telling you about the facts of life!" We all laughed, but then I told Becky, "Seriously, I know you are into this whole slave thing, but you need to think about yourself too! I know that you want to make him happy, but be sure that he makes you happy too." Becky replied, "Don't worry, he makes me very happy!" I could tell that she was thinking exactly how happy he made her, because she was squirming in her seat. In exasperation I said, "Do you ever think about anything other than sex any more?" Becky said, "Why should I have to? I have a master to think about everything else!" I didn't know how to reply to that! We ended up discussing the few details of the wedding that we knew about; Becky and Jamie were very excited now that they knew more about it. The men returned shortly and when he sat down next to Becky, I saw her grab his hand and pull it between her legs. He was looking at me as she did that, and I dropped my eyes; I just couldn't look at him as he did that to my daughter. I should have been angry, but once again, all I could think about was my wet panties. We finished dessert and said our goodbyes, then headed out to our car. We had come into the city with Amy and Jim, and we headed out in silence for a few minutes before Jim finally said, "Well that was different!" "I'll say," Amy replied. "Are we all still OK with it?" "I am," I replied. "They love each other, and they are going to do what they want. I raised my baby the best I could, and I am going to support the choices she makes in life. Lord knows she could have done much worse!" "I agree," Jake said. "We had a nice talk with him, and I think he loves them as much as they love him." "What was that all about, at the bar?" Amy asked. "Some sort of male bonding ritual? What did you talk about?" "Oh, we just wanted him to understand that we would not stand for him hurting our babies. He agreed, and that was that." "That's all you talked about?" I asked. "Oh, maybe we discussed one or two more things," Jake said with a smile. "You know, it's a guy thing." "Were you comparing the sizes of your dicks?" Amy joked, and we all cracked up. We discussed the evening for a few more minutes when my cell phone rang. I answered it, and it was Becky. "What's up?" I asked. "Mother," she said, "I need you to do me a favor. Do whatever Daddy asks of you tonight... Don't worry, just do it for me. And also, tell Amy she should do what Jim asks..." I didn't know what that was about, but I turned to Amy and said, "Becky told me to tell you that you should do whatever Jim asks tonight." She looked at me with a puzzled expression, but I just shrugged. I heard Becky shriek into the phone, "Oh god, mother! I didn't mean in front of them. I'll talk to you tomorrow," and she disconnected. I put the phone away and looked at Amy. I turned to Jake and asked, "Exactly what is going on here?" He looked back at me with a patently phony innocent expression and said, "Not much. We'll discuss it at home." Amy glanced at Jim and said, "You too?" He just nodded. ------- Chapter 1.5 When we got home, we dropped off Amy and Jim and said good night, and then we headed into our house. Jake went to get a drink, and I went upstairs to get undressed and take a shower. When I came out, Jake was sitting on the bed waiting for me. "Do you want to explain what the conversation that I had with Becky in the car was all about?" I asked as I dried my hair. He nodded and said, "Becky's boyfriend must have shared part of our conversation with her." He stood up and walked over to me. He put his arms around me and kissed me right and proper. When I got my breath back I looked at him expectantly. He ran his fingers over my neck and face, and then pushed my arms down my side and behind me. He had one arm holding my hands behind me as he used his other hand to loosen and remove the towel that I had wrapped around me. "We were discussing the fact that since you were pushing so hard to have us accept Becky's decision to be a slave, maybe you should see how it feels to be in Becky's place." My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in shock and outrage. Of course, the outrage might have been tempered a little by the fact that my nipples hardened to tight little points at the same time. Still holding my hands behind my back, he nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear, "I'll tell you what. If you are not wet, I'll drop the subject. But if you are wet, you belong to me tonight." He started moving his hand down my side, then over towards my middle. I shivered and moaned. I knew what he was going to find. I didn't want him to discover it, but I was helpless to stop him, helpless to even speak. He slipped his fingers over my fuzzy pubic mound, and my legs spread involuntarily, allowing them to run over my slit. I groaned as he touched my clit, and he let out a huge belly laugh. "You're not wet; you're soaked! How turned on by all this are you?" I just blushed and turned my head away. He grabbed my chin and pulled it back so that my eyes locked on his. "You are mine tonight," he said, and then kissed me. No, he didn't kiss me; he took possession of my mouth. He released my hands, but by then I had grabbed one of my wrists with a hand, and I left them behind my back. He swooped me up in his arms and carried me the short way to the bed. He laid me down and I stayed where he left me, as he walked to his closet. He returned a moment later with a handful of ties. He dropped them on the edge of the bed and positioned my limbs so that I was spread eagle on the bed. I made no effort to stop him, and I didn't move from the position that he placed me in. He took a tie and bound an arm to the head of the bed, then a leg to the foot of the bed, and repeated the process with my other limbs. He then proceeded to put another tie around my eyes. I was now bound and blindfolded, and wetter then I'd ever been before in my life. I heard him taking his clothes off, and then there was silence. I lay utterly still until I felt him take one of my nipples in his mouth. I gasped and arched my back as the sensation surprised me with bolts of pleasure shooting directly from my nipple to my pussy. He actually ended up biting me a little as my chest slammed up towards his face. He apologized, but it almost made me cum; if he hadn't let go immediately I would have cum. He started running his fingers all over my body, and not being able to see where he was going to place them next was driving me crazy! We'd been married for over 25 years and I couldn't believe that we hadn't tried this before. I almost cried realizing what we had missed. I felt him climb onto the bed, and the second he touched my clit with his tongue I exploded like there was a rocket under me. I slammed my pelvis up, hitting his nose along the way, which did absolutely nothing to slow my orgasm. It must not have bothered him too much, because he grabbed my hips with his hands and shoved me back into the bed as he buried his face in my pussy. I had barely finished my first orgasm before I was starting on my next. I screamed again and he pulled his head out from between my legs. He waited as I gathered myself back together after my shattering orgasm. "In all the time I've known you," he said, "I have never seen you cum more than once in a row. Does this really make you that hot?" I could feel my face, my whole body in fact, reddening at the thought, but I nodded my head sharply, not trusting myself to try and speak. "I am going to buy that boy a nice wedding present," he said, just before sticking his tongue back into me, so deep that it felt that it reached into my stomach. I didn't cum when he did that, but I felt like I could very easily! He kept at me for a while, and I started whispering. "What did you say?" he demanded. "Cock," I whispered, slightly louder. "Please may I have your cock in my mouth?" I had never asked to suck his cock before. I had done it for him, if not regularly than at least sometimes. But I had never asked him if I could; I had never felt this craving for his cock in my mouth. Now, however, I felt like I had to pleasure him. I wanted to make him feel how much I wanted his cock. I felt him shift around on the bed, and his knees went around my head. I sensed his cock in front of my face, and I picked my head up to wrap my mouth around it. He kept moving it up and down, so that it would pop out of my mouth and I would have to recapture it. Normally that wouldn't be a problem, but what he was doing to my cunt was quickly making me lose my mind. I shoved my head up higher onto his cock, so that he could not easily withdraw it. He shoved down, instead, and I gagged as his head approached my throat. I sucked tightly and he pulled his hips way up, dragging his cock out of my mouth. "Oh no, you don't," he told me. "I'm not as young and virile as I once was, and you are not getting away without having my cock in your pussy tonight." Again I felt him move around the bed, and soon his cock was nudging at the entrance to my pussy. "Think I need to get some lube?" he asked with a smirk in his voice. I quickly shook my head, then gasped as I felt his thick tube penetrate me right to the bottom in one stroke. I couldn't believe how good it felt. This was the man who was in my bed every night. We didn't make love every night, but our sex life was not bad. But this... it was never like this for me. I couldn't understand it, but at this point I didn't care. Amazingly, I was building to another orgasm. Jake kept pounding at me, and he took me right over the top. Even better, I didn't stop cumming until I felt his spunk spraying my walls. He locked up rigidly on top of me as he came, pulsing into me. When he was done, he pulled off and collapsed next to me. After a minute or so, he got his breath back and rolled back on top of me. He pulled my blindfold off and kissed me gently on the lips. "A very nice present," he said. I blushed shyly. In front of my husband, I blushed shyly! He rolled off again and we lay there relaxing, although my relaxation was somewhat tempered by the fact that I was still bound. In a few more minutes, Jake untied my arms and legs. He gathered me in his arms and before we fell asleep he said, "If this is what you are like when I make you my slave, you are going to be serving me for a very long time." ------- Chapter 2 I woke up on Thursday morning feeling very satisfied. I wallowed in it for a few minutes until I remembered what had caused it. When I thought about that, I sat up with a gasp. Jake was still asleep next to me. I looked down at him, and he still looked like the same man I had been married to for years, but last night had not been like any night before. In fact, this week had not been like any week before. First there was the beginning of the week, learning about my daughter being a slave. Then there was the whole evening yesterday, watching my baby wearing a collar and a leash, telling me about becoming a slave, watching her master running his hands between her legs. Now that I think about it, I bet she wasn't even wearing panties. And then last night... It might not have been his idea, but Jake picked up the ball and ran with it! He took me, and I did nothing to stop him, couldn't imagine stopping him. And the feelings... I never came that hard in all my years. I looked down at him and sighed. What do I do now? There was no way that he would believe that I didn't love everything that he did to me last night. But I wasn't going to be his slave! It was patently ridiculous! I could never enjoy it the way that Becky claims she does. I'm a respectable mother and upstanding member of the community, not a sexual deviant. And yet... As I watched his morning erection rising under the sheet, all I could think about was how it would please him if I took it into my mouth. How it would please me to feel his thickness filling my mouth. But I could not let him think of me like that. I could not do anything that made him think that it would be in any way, shape or form acceptable to even consider enslaving me. And yet... My hand had already pulled the sheet down the bed, exposing his rigid cock to the air, to my eyes. But I wouldn't do anything about it. I had to reassert myself this morning. I had to regain control, or I felt that I would be lost forever. I couldn't lose control, because if I did, I would be obeying his every command, and I could not do that. And yet... The feel of the head of his cock as I slowly drew it into my mouth was intoxicating. The taste of us, despite being dried and hours old caused me to produce even more of those same fluids. But I had to be in control. I slowly moved my head up and down, hearing Jake groan in his sleep. I would give him pleasure because it was my choice. Because I wanted to make him feel good. Because I could bestow the gift of this blowjob on him. And yet... As the groans changed to indicate he was awake, the feel of his hands on my head as he fucked my face, as he took away my ability to control my movements, and he pushed his cock as deeply as he wanted into my mouth, as he spurted into my mouth, using it as nothing better than a receptacle for his cum. And yet... As he came in my mouth, my pussy pulsed, releasing even more fluids as for the first time in my life I came with absolutely no manual stimulation. And yet... As he pulled me roughly up to him. As he kissed me. As he rolled over on top of me. As he whispered, "Now that is the way a slave wakes up her master." And yet... Would it be such a bad thing to be my husband's slave? ------- Chapter 3 After Jake went to work I went over to Amy's for coffee. She had a freshly fucked glow, the same one that I knew I had in spades. "That was an evil suggestion that he planted in our husband's brains," she said, causing my smile to widen, "but I must say, playing the slave for the evening was certainly entertaining. I guess you ended up playing the little game as well, right?" I lost a little of my smile. Amy had played the slave game. Had we played the slave game? It didn't feel like a game to me, but I nonetheless nodded. "Tell me about it," she asked eagerly. "You first," I countered. "OK," she began. "We got home and Jim said, 'If you think it is such a good thing for our daughter to be a slave, why don't you try it?' "I dropped to my knees and asked, 'How may I serve you master?' He told me to undress him, and then he said, 'Make me hard with your mouth!' So I did. He then had me do a striptease for him, and he took me to the bedroom and did me while I was on my hands and knees. He even spanked me a little for being an undisciplined little slave girl while he was taking me. It was gooood sex! "What about you, how did it go for you?" I paused for a minute, unsure what to say, but finally I told her, "A lot like yours went, though he might have used some ties as well." I was blushing furiously. "Oh, ho!" Amy cackled. "A little bondage to spice things up! I am definitely going to have to play this game with him again, though maybe sometimes I'll get to have him as my slave! Are you going to play again?" I nodded, blushing some more. Amy gave me a funny look and asked, "Are you sure you liked it?" "It was OK," I said, and then I changed the topic to our daughter's impending nuptials. While I was able to change the conversation, Amy kept giving me funny looks throughout the morning. Eventually, I made up a lame excuse and ran out of the house. That night Jake asked me, "Did you discuss your night with Amy?" He knew that we talked about everything. I nodded my head. "What did she have to say?" he asked. "That's private!" I exclaimed. "I know, and I want you to tell me anyway," he said. Throughout our marriage, he knew that though I loved him, I wouldn't tell him all the things that Amy and I talked about. It drove him a little crazy that I wouldn't share secrets, but he accepted it. Except now he wasn't, and despite years of practice, I found myself telling him, in as much detail as Amy had given me, exactly what went on in their house last night. "So the undisciplined slave got spanked," he mused. The he crooked his finger at me and pointed to his lap. I knew what was coming, and despite that, I felt my feet taking me over to him. He pulled me down over his lap and pulled my skirt up. He reached over to the table and picked up a knife, then proceeded to cut my panties off of me. He raised his hand and gave me a sound spanking, to the point that I was sobbing and I'm sure my ass was blazing. And yet, I had not said one word since I finished the story! He pushed me gently off of his lap and opened his pants. "Make me hard," he said. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. "Look at me when you do that," he commanded, and I shifted my gaze into his eyes. He must have been able to see the waves of embarrassment and shame pouring from my eyes. When he was hard he had me stand up and he said "Strip." I pulled my remaining clothes off and I stood in front of him, shifting my weight from leg to leg as I held my hands behind me. "Go to the bedroom and get on the bed," he told me. "I want you on your knees, your chest and head to the bed. I want to see your beautiful red ass when I walk into the room." I did as he asked, without question, or rather without verbal question. In my head I was screaming, "Don't do it! He'll make you his slave! He's not playing a game!" And yet here I was, on my bed, face buried in the blanket, ass raised in the air. I had glanced in the mirror briefly on my way into the room, and my ass was as red as I thought it would be. I heard Jake walk into the room, felt him climb onto the bed behind me, and then with no foreplay (or rather, no additional foreplay), he buried his cock into me in one stroke. I was surprised at how fast and easily he took me, though given how much fluid I was dripping, I shouldn't have been. Jake was not making love to me tonight, he was fucking me. He was fucking me hard. He was taking possession of me. He had not asked me to do anything tonight; instead, he had told me what to do, and I had obeyed his every command. It frightened me. It confused me. It terrified me. It excited me. Jake grabbed my hips and slammed his cock in and out of me. I felt my orgasm building and building, taking me closer without pushing me over. Then I felt his fingers running up and down my ass, through my crack and over my asshole. Then I felt the burning snap of his hand slapping my ass. He started a pattern of thrusting, brushing me with his fingers and slapping my ass. With each brush of his finger I felt my orgasm move an inch forward. With each thrust, a foot. With each spank, a yard. Then he grabbed both my hips again and started pounding into me, slamming my abused ass to his pelvis on each thrust, and I exploded. I felt my juices running down my thighs, an incongruous feeling as my pussy and ass were clenching in wondrous orgasm. My hot cunt squeezed on his hard pole, sucking the cum right out of him. I felt him thrust as deeply as he could, felt his cum hitting my womb as I felt my fluids dripping onto the back of my knees. Every feeling seemed magnified a hundred times. He knelt behind me for a minute, and then collapsed to the side, pulling me down with him, his cock managing to remain embedded in my cunt. He wouldn't let me move as I felt our combined cum dripping out of me around his cock, and to be honest, I didn't want to move. His hand came over me to cup my breast as I felt his lips on the back of my neck. "You make such a good slave," he whispered in my ear, and while I wanted to protest that I was not his slave, he could tell what I was thinking as my pussy rippled around his cock. Jake still would not let me move, and for the first time in my life I fell asleep with a cock in my pussy. ------- Chapter 4 It was Friday morning. Two days since our dinner with Becky. Two days. Had I changed that much in two days? I stood naked in front of the mirror looking at myself. Except for some slight bruising on my bottom, I looked like exactly the same person. On the other hand, I felt quite different. I felt like I was a runaway train. I was determined to have a long talk with Jake tonight. I needed to get some level of control back. I got dressed and went downstairs, and a little later I heard Amy coming in. "Good Morning!" she called as she came in. I went over and poured another cup of coffee, handing it to her as she came into the room. She took a seat at the table while I remained standing next to the counter, and we chatted aimlessly. She eventually said with a good natured grin, "Would you please sit down, I'm getting a crick in my neck!" I smiled back and sat down tentatively. My ass was still sore, and the reason that I was standing was that I was not sure it would be completely comfortable sitting. I was right; I could feel the bruises on my ass. Apparently, Amy could tell that I was hurting as well, because she asked if I was OK. "It's nothing," I said, and I could feel my face blushing. "I don't think it's just nothing," Amy chortled. "Fess up!" "Well, it's your fault!" I complained. "Mine?" she asked. "Yesterday you mentioned that Jim spanked you," I explained, "and when Jake heard that, he decided that he would see how he liked it. He went a little overboard, and my ass is a little sore this morning. Happy?" "Well, I would be happier if I had seen that," she said, "but at least I understand why you are having trouble sitting." "Amy!" I shrieked in chagrin. She just smiled evilly and asked, "Besides the after effects, was it good?" I blushed again as I nodded. "Slave one night, naughty girl the next," Amy said. "You are certainly having a more active time than normal." We had discussed our sex lives, and she knew that we didn't have sex every night, so this was unusual. The only difference with what she said, however, was that I was a slave girl both nights. She must have seen something in my face because she said, "You are usually not this embarrassed, even when we discuss your sex life. What's up with that?" "Nothing," I said. "It's just that this is new territory for me." We sat quietly drinking our coffee for a few minutes, and I saw that Amy was looking at me speculatively. A few minutes later, she said, "Claire, get me a piece of cake." I started going to get it when I realized what she had said. Amy was, if nothing else, unfailingly polite. She always said please and thank you. She hadn't asked me for the cake, she had demanded it. It wasn't anything large, but it was surprising. I handed her the cake with a questioning glance, but Amy just said, "Thank you." I mentally shrugged and we continued talking for a while before Amy had to leave. That night Jake came home exhausted. I got him dinner and we sat in front of the TV for a while. Eventually I asked him, "Are you ready for tomorrow?" He said, "I think so, though Becky and Jamie are very pretty girls. I'm not sure how I'm going to react to seeing them naked." "Well, just remember, one of them is young enough to be your daughter, and the other one is your daughter," I teased him. He grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap and kissed me as he said, "If I get too excited I'll just take it out on you." "You won't hear me complaining," I said happily. "No, I haven't heard you complaining," he said. I looked at him and wanted to bring up the conversation I felt we needed to have, but I didn't know how to do it. "We have a long day tomorrow," Jake said. "Let's go to bed." We went to the bedroom and got into pajamas. He pulled me to him, kissed me, and then closed his eyes. In a few minutes we were both asleep. ------- We all went into the city together again, this time dressed up in nice clothes. We got to Becky's house and rang the bell. Chrissy answered the door. She was wearing a red dress, low-cut at the neck with very little back. It was short and sexy, and she made me feel frumpy. She led us in, and I realized that we were among the first guests. She led us to the girls, and Amy exclaimed, "You look so beautiful!" I don't know what I expected, but it was not what they were wearing. Becky and Jamie were in identical dresses, white silk, tied around their neck, then opening around their hips and flowing into a train in the back. Their breasts were covered, but you could see their white silk bikini panties. Their legs were uncovered and they were barefoot. As a final touch, they were wearing white leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles. And Amy was right. Despite the fact that they were not dressed nearly traditional, they were both beautiful. My actual thought was that they looked right. And once again, my treacherous pussy betrayed me. This was my daughter, about to give herself into eternal bondage, and instead of horror, instead of trepidation, instead of motherly concern, all I could think about was how she must feel in that outfit. Was it embarrassment? Shame? Sexiness? Pride? And a piece of my brain kept asking, how would I feel in it? Embarrassment? Definitely. Shame? Maybe. Sexiness? Oh, yeah! Pride? I just didn't know. We fluttered around the girls for a while, and they seemed extremely happy and very excited. This wedding had a reception first. The guests continued to arrive, and as the girls wandered around greeting everyone, they answered part of my question. Embarrassment? No way. Pride? Definitely! We mingled and we introduced ourselves to Becky's friends. They seemed very nice and non-judgmental, though I'm sure it was a carefully selected set of friends. I was walking around by myself when Becky's boyfriend, soon to be Master, walked by. I grabbed him and kissed him on the cheek. "This is nicer than I expected," I told him. It was true. Given how much he controlled them, he didn't have to make them a nice wedding, but he did, and they were enjoying it as every bride should. "Tell me if you still think so when we are all done," he said. "I know that it's going to be hard for me to watch," I told him, "but Becky seems happy and given your relationship, I should be happy that she is getting anything." I took a nervous drink and smiled lopsidedly at him. "You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you, or hitting you," I told him. He said, innocently, "I'm not sure I know what you are talking about." "You told my husband something," I replied. "About what?" he asked. He was playing a game. He was going to make me tell him. "You know very well!" I said. "You told him to treat me like you treat Becky, didn't you?" "He told you that?" he replied, still acting all innocent. "No, but between his actions, and the fact that Becky encouraged them, I know that you are behind it," I said. He took a step closer, entering my personal space and asked in a lowered voice, "Did you enjoy it?" "That's beside the point!" I protested. "No, that is exactly the point," he said. "If I said something to your husband to make your life better, then you should thank me, not hit me. I may have said something, because I thought it might make all of you a little happier. I don't expect that you and Jake will move into a relationship like Becky and I have, but a little fantasy goes a long way." "Well, I didn't mind playing with him, though I suspect he treated me differently than you treat Becky," I said. "No two situations are the same," he responded. "I treat Becky different than I treat Jamie than I treat Chrissy. Everyone is different, and the important thing is that both parties are happy with the relationship." Was I happy with the relationship? How did it compare to the one he had with Becky? Or with Jamie? Or the one that Becky had with Chrissy? I took a big gulp of my drink, lowered my eyes and quietly asked, "How would you treat me?" "Why, mother!" he said in a slightly reproving tone. "Sorry," I whispered, embarrassed, and I started walking away. He grabbed my elbow to stop me and he turned me to face him. "Claire, I am not sure how I would treat you," he told her. "How you treat a partner is not something that you plan. You experiment and you play, feeling out boundaries and limits. You pay attention to what turns your partner on, and to what you find enjoyable. Then you move in directions that make you excited, and move away from those that make you truly uncomfortable." He paused briefly, and I thought about that. Is that what Jake was doing. Was he experimenting? Looking for boundaries and limits? If he was, then Lord knows I hadn't given him any. I took everything that he gave me, and despite my mind screaming at me to stop him, if was looking to my body for outward signs, he was getting great big juicy green lights. If he was paying the slightest bit of attention to what turned me on, it would explain why he was moving full steam ahead. I saw him looking me up and down, and he said, "In your case, I think you might be more like the new Becky than you care to admit. Sometimes, it is important that you tell your partner your fantasies; sometimes they can come true. Jamie had a fantasy of being taken by force by a stranger. She told it to me, saying that it wasn't something that she ever really wanted to happen. But when I took her, pretending to be a stranger, she loved that her fantasy was coming true." Oh my God, I should have brought another pair of panties with me. He went on, "If you enjoy what your husband is doing to you, let him know. You don't have to say, 'Oh, Jake, I love it when you take me in my ass, ' but you can moan in pleasure when he does it. You can kiss him the next day and thank him for a wonderful night. You can ask him, 'Is there anything that I can do to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night?' And if you want to tell him your fantasies, start by making him part of them, and make it something that he would get pleasure from as well. Tell him, 'I'd love to see your cock going in and out of Amy while I feel Jim pounding into me.'" Oh. My. God. Would I love to be taken in the ass? How would I feel seeing him taking Amy? While Jim fucked me? I had to go to the bathroom now! If they had shut the lights off right now, the room would still be illuminated by the blush on my face! "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable," he said, "but you asked me what I would do." He was right. I did ask for it. I said, "That's OK. Thank you for telling me what you thought." I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek and quickly walked away. I saw Jake talking to one of Becky's friends and I quickly went over, grabbed his arm and held him close. Jake wrapped his arm possessively around my shoulder and pulled me in close to him. I thought it would ground me, calm me, but it didn't. I'm sure he just meant it as a hug, but to me it didn't feel like a loving embrace; it felt like he was declaring, 'This woman is mine!' I savored it for a moment before I excused myself and went upstairs to find a bathroom away from the crowd. I found one, quickly locked the door and leaned up against it. I pulled up my skirt and yanked my panties down. I shoved one fist in my mouth to quiet my moans as I sunk three fingers into my steamy tunnel. As they were being pushed up into me I glanced across the way and I saw myself in the mirror. I was cumming before my fingers were completely buried in me, and I didn't stop for at least three minutes. When I was done, I realized that I was slumped on the floor, my bare ass on the cold tile. When I regained a little strength in my legs, I got up and picked up my panties. I tried to wring them out or dry them on the towel, but I gave up and shoved them into my bag. I wiped my pussy off as best as I could with a towel; if someone used this bathroom soon, they would get an interesting surprise if they used that towel to wipe their face. I fixed my makeup and headed back down to the party. I was going for another drink when Becky intercepted me. She said, "I saw you talking with my Master. You weren't saying anything bad to him, were you?" Once again, I blushed profusely. I shook my head and muttered, "No, we were just talking," and I rushed off to get that drink. I saw Becky go and talk to her Master, and a few minutes later they both turned to look at me. I couldn't look at them. I turned away, my blush increasing another 100 watts. We mingled for about another half hour, and I managed to avoid both Becky and her Master, though I caught both of them looking me over at various times. Finally, it was time for the ceremony. I went to the front with Amy as Jake and Jim went to give away our daughters. The ceremony was bizarre. And different. And completely out of any norm that I know of. And beautiful. Becky and Jamie were so heartfelt in declaring their unconditional love for their new Master. They gave him their bodies, their hearts, their souls. And he accepted them, and gave them his love in return. I watched as their bridesmaids stripped them of their wedding finery, and I felt Jake pull me closer to me. They may have been his daughter and his daughter's best friend, but they were beautiful, sexy, naked women. I watched them being collared, and I thought that removing my panties had been a very big mistake. Then I watched them get pierced through their nipples, and that took the edge off slightly; it did not look like something that I would enjoy. I watched them stripped of their panties, showing everybody their tattoos declaring their slavery. I watched them give him rings, and I could see the surprise and the love on his face. He might have owned these girls, but they could still surprise him. When the ceremony was over, he thanked everyone and announced that they were going to conduct another, more private ceremony. Before they left, Becky came up and hugged and kissed me and Jake. It was a little disconcerting, hugging my naked daughter, my daughter with a pierced nipple, a collar and leash, and a tattoo on her bare pussy. Nevertheless, she was my daughter. I hugged her and told her that I loved her. We would not be seeing her for a week, so I told her to call me as soon as she returned from her honeymoon. After they went upstairs, we gathered our things and left. We went to the car and started home in silence, until Jim broke it by saying, "That was... interesting." "That is an understatement!" Jake agreed. "I think that it was a beautiful ceremony," I exclaimed. "They meant every word that they said, and I think they all love each other very much!" "I agree," Jake said. "Don't get angry. I was not complaining. I was just saying that it was not a traditional wedding." "I'll say!" Amy said. "And my mother thought my wedding dress was racy because part of my back was exposed!" We all laughed, and we discussed what we liked and didn't like about the ceremony. None of us really had anything to complain about, though both the men claimed to be a little uncomfortable seeing their little girls nude like that. "Oh, please!" Amy said to Jim. "You know very well that you found both of them extremely sexy, and that you would nail Becky in an instant if you could. Hell, you'd probably nail Jamie if you could get away with it!" "I would not!" Jim sputtered. "Are you saying that you did not find them sexy?" she asked. "Are you saying that watching your daughter and Jake's daughter kneeling before their master, cuffed and collared, pierced and tattooed, vowing to do absolutely anything that he wants, are you telling me that did not turn you on?" "She's my daughter!" Jim said defensively. "Please!" Amy exclaimed, and she reached her hand into his crotch. "Is that why your cock is so big and hard?" I looked over and she was kneading it with her hand. "If we were alone, I'd show you that your wife still has something to offer!" she told him. I was shocked when Jake said, "Don't let us stop you!" Amy glanced up at us in the front seat and said, "Fine!" I heard Jim's zipper opened and he protested ineffectually as Amy pulled his cock out and bent over it. The light was not good and the angle was wrong, so I could not see his cock, but for the next ten minutes I could hear his moans and the wet slurping as Amy gave him a blowjob. And the entire time, all I could think about was everything that Becky's master had told me. I could picture Jake behind Amy, filling her with his cock as she sucked her husband. And then I felt Jake's hand run up my thigh and into my swampy pussy. He glanced over in surprise as he realized that there were no panties in the way. He pulled his hand out and put his fingers in his mouth, then called out, "You'd better hurry up and finish, because we are almost home." I heard Jim groan louder as Amy redoubled her efforts, and I could tell when he was spurting into her mouth by the grunts and groans. Soon Amy sat up smiling, just as we pulled up to their house. They got out, Jim on the driver's side, Amy on my side. Jim stuck his hand in Jake's window and they shook. "Thanks for understanding," he told Jake. Amy came to my window and stuck her head in. She smiled at me, then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. I was expecting a peck, but instead she pushed her lips to mine and stuck her tongue out! When I involuntarily opened my mouth, she pushed a load of sperm into my mouth! I was shocked! The men were still talking, and they did not notice what Amy was doing. She swallowed her portion of the load and said, "That was a little thank you for not complaining." She bent over again and gently kissed me on the lips, licking a little sperm that had escaped the side of my mouth. "See you Monday morning at my house," she said, and she took Jim's hand and led him into their house. I sat, somewhat stunned by the turn of events, as Jake drove the short distance to our house. Before we got out of the car he asked, "What happened to your panties?" I blushed and dropped my eyes. "They are in my purse," I muttered. "And why, my dear, are they in your purse?" he asked. "I messed them up," I said, my voice even lower than before. "We are going to sit here," Jake explained to me, "and you are going to tell me, in explicit detail, exactly how you messed up your panties." I didn't want to. I could just tell him that I drank too much and peed them. But no, I'm sure he would check. There is a distinct difference between a pair of panties that has been peed in and a sodden lump of cloth covered in girl cum. Still, I could make something up, I'm sure that I could! But I didn't. I told him everything. I told him that I got wet seeing my beautiful daughter dressed up like a slave. That my panties were soaked when I thought of myself in that dress. I told Jake of my conversation with our daughter's master. I told Jake that I said I didn't know whether to thank or hit him. God help me, I even told Jake that I asked how he would treat me. And I told Jake the answer that I had received. I finally was able to tell Jake how confused I was by everything that he had done to me. I had a whole speech prepared that I had been practicing in my head for a few days, but I said none of it. Instead, all my fears gushed out. My fear of what he was doing to me. My fear of losing control. My fear of how much I was loving it. I explained what I was told about finding limits and boundaries, and how that scared me even more, because I had set none. I told Jake how I was told to share my fantasies. I repeated, almost word for word, the fantasies that Becky's master had laid out for me. Of Jake taking my ass. Of Jake taking Amy while Jim took me. And finally, I told him of seeing Becky and her Master looking at me. How it had sent me scurrying for the bathroom. How I had been forced to masturbate. How I had cum until I collapsed on the floor. How I had removed my panties. When I was done, I sat quietly next to my husband. Jake had not said a word the entire time that I had been speaking. He simply sat there listening, and I had no idea what my revelations, my confessions, had made him feel. We sat like that for at least five minutes, and if you've ever sat in silence, waiting for judgment, you know how long five minutes feels. Finally he said, "Come into the house with me, Claire." He opened his door and got out of the car. I followed him to the house, waiting behind him as he unlocked the door. I followed him to the bedroom and he gestured for me to sit on the bed. I sat demurely in front of him, waiting for him to pass judgment on me. He began speaking to me. "Claire, this has been a hell of a week. First, we find out about our daughter. She is a changed person. Now, she is a slave, and a bisexual one at that. Before this week I tried not to think about my daughter's sex life, and now I have seen it up close and personal. "And then we played a game. A game suggested by my daughter's master. A game where you play a slave and I play a master. But it wasn't a game to you. I could tell that right from the start. You didn't just enjoy it as another sexual activity. You lived it. "In all the years that I have known you, I have never before seen you as turned on as I have this week. I have never seen you as wet. I have never seen you cum so much, or so hard. "I enjoyed myself as well, Claire, I'll admit it. It is exciting to wield that kind of power. To have you in my thrall. To know that I am giving you so much pleasure. But I could live without it. It was a fun game for me, and I'd like to repeat it, but if I didn't, I would be fine. "But I don't think that you would be. Becky used to be such an in charge woman, and now she is kneeling before her master. I don't understand how that happened, but I think that you have it worse. You were anything but submissive, and now you can't seem to say no to anything. It seems as if you don't want to say no to anything. And now that the genie is out of the bottle, I don't think we can put it back in. Do you agree?" I was crying. He was right. If we went back to the way we were a few days ago, I think I would die. I would just fade away. How could I go from having that much pleasure back to the way it was before? But he said that he could give it up, and I didn't know if he would. He had asked me a question, and I nodded my head jerkily in agreement. We couldn't put the genie back in the bottle. I hated my daughter for getting me into this. "Claire, my love, I can't be a master to you the way that Becky's is to her. We've been married for too long. We are too set in our ways. Much as the thought attracts me, I can't see us living with you running around naked, serving my every need." We were going to go back to the way we were. My tears started flowing stronger. Then he took my chin and lifted my head so that I was looking into his eyes. "Claire, I may not be able to treat you like that all the time, but if you'd like, I would be happy to treat you like that for sex. I will be your sex master, and you can be my sex slave. During the day, and when we are just hanging around, you will be my good old wife Claire, and I will be your stodgy husband Jake. But at night, or during the day, when I want sex from you, you will do what I say, how I say it. Is that acceptable to you?" I couldn't believe it. My spirits lifted. This was the absolute best of all worlds. I would get my sexual fix, and still live a normal life. Could we do it? Could he do it? Could I do it? I jumped up and grabbed him, hugging and kissing and slobbering my wet face all over him. He pulled me away from him, laughing, and said, "Go get a tissue and clean up your face, then come back to me." I ran to the bedside table to get a tissue, cleaned my face and ran back to him. He asked, "Are you sure?" I nodded vigorously. "Not good enough, Claire," he said. "I want to hear you say it. I want you to ask me if you can be my sex slave." "Please Jake, please," I begged. "Can I be your sex slave? I will be so good to you!" He smiled at me and said, "Yes, Claire, you may be my sex slave." He looked at me and said, "Take your clothes off, Claire." I quickly stripped for him. "Down on your knees, slave," he said, smiling. I dropped to my knees as he went to the closet. He came back with a tie and said, "I'm sorry I don't have a collar for you; this will have to do." He looped his tie around my neck. I felt foolish with a Looney Tunes tie around my neck as a symbol of my submission, but at the same time I got a warm and tingling feeling inside. "A couple of ground rules," he told me. "First, I am not Master or even Sir. It is cute to hear Becky say it, but I'm too old for that. I'm Jake, or love, or sweetheart or honey." I nodded happily. "Second," he continued, "from the hours of 7PM to 5AM, you are not allowed to wear panties. I have to say that I really enjoyed reaching under your skirt in the car and finding your pussy nude. You brought this on yourself, little lady!" I nodded. I had no problem with that. "Third, you are going to do just what Becky's master told you to do. If you like something, you tell me. Conversely, if you don't like something, tell me that too. I guess in our new relationship I can do it anyway, but I want to know if you are not enjoying it. "If you have a fantasy you want to live out, I expect you to tell me about it, no matter how disgusting or embarrassing. In fact, the more embarrassing the better. I think that you get off on being embarrassed, and you need to tell me everything. If you want my cock up your ass, you will tell me. It may mortify you that a prim and proper woman such as yourself is begging to be reamed up her ass, but you will tell me. If you want to see me fucking Amy, you will ask that I do that. Do you understand?" I nodded again, this time with a red face. He was right; it would be embarrassing asking for my fantasies to be fulfilled. On the other hand, if I were wearing panties right now, they would be soaked at the thought of what he just told me. Since I wasn't, I could feel my thighs slipping together with the juices that were on them. "Everything else we'll have to figure out on the fly," Jake said. "Maybe I'll talk to our son-in-law about getting Master lessons." "You are going to tell him?" I asked in shock. "Well, you are going to tell Becky, and get advice from her," he told me. "I assume that she will tell him anyway. And he's been doing this longer than I have. Maybe he has some words of wisdom. The one's he imparted on you were certainly wise." My blush covered my whole body. My daughter was going to know that I was a slave too. My son-in-law was going to know that my body was no longer my own. Jamie would find out, and she would probably tell Amy and Jim. It was all too humiliating. I did the only thing I could. "Jake, please fuck me now. Please take me and make me yours." And he did. ------- Chapter 5 "Interesting day yesterday, huh?" Amy asked. I was over at her house the morning after our daughters' wedding, and we were sitting around drinking coffee. "Interesting is certainly one way to put it," I said with a nervous laugh. "I hope I didn't offend you on the way home last night," Amy said. "No, I understand that you were excited," I said. "I was, too. I was just able to wait until I got home!" "Well I couldn't," she replied with a grin. "You're not upset about what I did when I left?" "What?" I asked. "Do you mean that you gave me only the second taste of cum I've ever had?" "You've tasted cum more than once!" Amy exclaimed. "I meant the second man!" I explained. "Jake is, was, the only man I'd ever tasted. Now I've tasted two." "But only indirectly," Amy countered. "It's not the same unless it comes directly from the source." "If you say so," I said. "I was quite surprised, though." And I was. The last thing that I had expected was for my best friend to give me an open mouthed kiss and pass me her husband's cum. "Why did you do that?" I asked. "I don't know," she replied. "It was a spur of the moment thing. Since the kids told us about themselves, things seem to have gotten a bit crazy in the sex department. There's what they are doing, the games that our husbands played on us..." She drifted off, looking curiously at me, as if there was more she was going to say, but she didn't. I dropped my eyes, and I knew that I was blushing. Amy stretched and said, "Man, I was on my feet so much yesterday." Then she smirked at me and said, "Until I got home; then I was on my back!" She swung her chair around, slipped her shoes off and popped her feet into my lap. "Rub my feet for me, Claire," she demanded. I looked at her in surprise, but I complied. She closed her eyes and sighed as I started rubbing her right foot hard. She slipped down her chair a bit, and I was startled when I realized that her skirt had ridden up a bit, and that I was trying to peek up it. I firmly redirected my eyes to her feet as I tried to make her feel good. After about ten minutes, she had me switch feet, and when I was done she told me she had errands to do, and I went home. ------- Chapter 6 That night, Jake called me over. "Lift your skirt," he said. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was 7:05. I looked at him sheepishly and lifted my skirt, showing him that I was still wearing panties. "Drop them," he said, and I put my thumbs under the waistband and pushed my panties down my legs. As I bent to pick them up he said, "No." I looked at him questioningly, and he said, "You are going to leave them right there in the middle of the floor until tomorrow night, so that maybe in the future you'll remember the things that I tell you. Now come over here." I walked over and he grabbed me around the waist and kissed me. Then he pulled me down over his lap and pushed my skirt up. He gently rubbed my ass, and then spanked me hard one time. Then he slowly rubbed my ass and thighs, then he spanked me again. He repeated this procedure five times, each time spreading my legs slightly more open. After the fifth, his fingers were sliding over my amazingly wet pussy lips. "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked. "Oh, yes, Jake!" I replied. "Well, stand up," he said. "One more thing to remind you of it," and he tucked my dress up into the belt, so that I was now walking around with my ass and pussy on complete display. "OK, you can go back to what you were doing," he said. "What!" I exclaimed. "I'm sorry, did you want something?" he asked. "Aren't you going to make love to me?" I asked. "Not right now," he replied, "but if you come back in a little while and ask nicely, I might fuck you later." Then he picked up his newspaper and started reading. I couldn't believe that he would work me up and then ignore me! I'd show him though. I went back to cleaning up, ignoring the fact that my dress was hiked up and ignoring Jake. That lasted about ten minutes, and then I was back in front of Jake saying, "Please Jake, please make love to me now." He looked at me and said, "I'm not going to make love to you tonight." I was so turned on and so frustrated that I was ready to cry, when I remembered what he had said before. "Please Jake, will you fuck me now?" He looked at me with a pleased expression on his face and said, "Yes my dear, I will." He stood up and pulled me in to a hug, squeezing my bare ass and shoving his tongue into my eager mouth. Then he dragged me to our room and threw me onto the bed on my knees. Without hesitation he pulled his pants down and shoved his cock into me from behind. This wasn't a position that we used too frequently, but the slap of his hips on my ass, reminding me of his hand there earlier, the feel of being prostrated before him, the feel of his hand on the small of my back, pushing me down, all caused my feelings of submissiveness to well up I was soon groaning in depraved lust. "Tell me what you want me to do," he instructed. I wasn't sure what to say. I usually wasn't very vocal during sex; certainly, I never 'talked dirty'. "Tell me what you want me to do," he repeated, emphasizing it with a smack on my ass. "Fuck me," I moaned, figuring out what he wanted. "Fuck me so good, just like you are doing!" I kept begging him to fuck me, though sometimes I had to remind myself to keep doing it as the pleasure increased. Finally, I was there and I screamed, "You made me cum!" It was so good, but Jake wasn't there yet, so he kept pounding into me as I dropped my head to the bed, completely spent. After my orgasm, I was able to concentrate on what Jake was doing to me, the feel of his cock sliding in and out. I could hear him panting behind me, and with my eyes closed, it was so sexy. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. "Are you going to cum in me soon?" I asked. "Are you going to make yourself feel as good as you made me feel? Are you going to spit your wonderful cum right into your sex slave?" I lifted my head and looked back at him. His eyes were closed, and his head was thrown back. "Cum in me," I told him. "Fuck me hard until you cum, and give me your cum in my pussy! Fuck me, Jake! Fuck your submissive wife!" His eyes popped open, and he locked his eyes to mine. He grabbed my hips and shoved hard, and I could feel his cock pulsing in me as he squirted his cum into me. He stayed frozen like that for almost a minute before he collapsed to the bed, pulling me with him, then spooning up behind me. Jake wrapped his arms around my waist and planted little kisses on my neck. "That was wonderful," he told me. "You were wonderful. You said exactly the right things. It was so sexy hearing you talk like that!" I just moaned and we lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow. I was just starting to nod off when he said, "Let's talk about this." "Talk about what?" I asked. "About what we are doing," he said, pulling me over so that we could look at each other. "Are you OK with this?" he asked me. "Why, did it seem like I wasn't enjoying myself?" I asked. "Oh, you seemed to be enjoying yourself," he said with a smile and a little kiss. "But are you just playing a game, or do you really like this slave stuff?" I remained quiet for a moment as I thought about that. "I think I really like it, and it scares me," I told him. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I like feeling submissive," I replied. "I like it when I am ordered around. I like being spanked and manhandled, and it scares me." "Why does it scare you?" he asked. "Because I like it even if it's not with you," I said quietly. "What?" he practically screeched. "Who else do you do this with?" "Oh, not this!" I reassured. Then in a quiet voice I said, "Amy has started bossing me around, and I enjoy it." "What do you mean, bossing you around?" he asked. "First it was simple things, like 'get me my coffee', things that she would normally have just asked me politely for, but now she is demanding. Then today, she demanded that I massage her feet. And even though I should have been offended at her rudeness, I wasn't. I'm embarrassed to say, I was a little turned on." "Really?" he said with a curious tone of voice. "Really," I replied. "I don't know why I feel this way. Also, when I talked to our daughter's master, at her wedding, it turned me on like you wouldn't believe! Or maybe you would; you saw my panties! What should I do? You are my master, command me!" Jake thought about it for a while, and then said, "Maybe we should go back to the way we were before. I am enjoying this, but I don't need it. Maybe if we go back, those feelings will go away." I gave that a bit of thought, then got up the nerve to respond. "I don't want to go back. I like the way that this feels." "Mmmmm," Jake said. "You know, there is an expert in this field that you can consult with." "Who?" I asked. "Becky, of course!" he said with a smile. "I can't tell Becky about this!" I cried. "How can I discuss my sex life and desires with my daughter?" "First of all, she's a grown woman now, who has experienced the same thing as you," he explained. "Second, she went through something very similar to what you are going through. I bet if you talk to her, you'll both feel better." "But she won't be home for a week!" I complained. "What do I do until then?" "Until then, just go with the feelings," Jake said. "You seem to be feeling pretty good about it right now!" I gasped as he popped my nipple into his mouth and bit down, while he ran his finger over my clit. "But what about Amy?" I asked. "That's an interesting situation," he said with a smile. "Why don't you play along for right now, and tell me everything that happens. I'll let you know if it goes too far. Until then, just do what she tells you to, and enjoy the feelings that you get." I looked at him, amazed, but he just kissed my nose, snuggled into me, and went to sleep. It was far longer before I drifted off. ------- Chapter 7 The rest of the week was... interesting. Nights I was kept busy entertaining Jake. We didn't do things ridiculously out of the scope of what we had before - no whips or chains - but we did push the limits, with Jake ordering me around and me obeying. The quality was better and the quantity was greatly increased. It seemed that I was horny all the time, and Jake had more erections in him then I expected. Days were confusing. Amy and I still met each day, and we still discussed all the things that we always did; however there was an undertone to all our conversations, and at any moment she might demand something of me, and I would comply. In addition to small chores, the rubdowns continued. I did her feet, her back, her head, her neck. It culminated on Saturday, when Amy insisted that I come over late in the afternoon. When I arrived, Amy was in her bathrobe, and she told me to follow her upstairs to her bedroom. When we arrived she said, "You have such amazing hands, and they relax my body so well, I wanted to see what it would be like to get a full body massage from you." With that, she dropped her robe, revealing her naked body. Now Amy and I had been friends for decades, but I had never seen her without clothes. We are both in our late forties, so neither of us was exactly a spring chicken. Nonetheless, her body was in pretty good shape, even without clothes. She smiled at me as I surveyed her body, then turned and walked to the bed, with a detectable sway in her ass. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed and laid down, arms extended to the sides, legs parted. She lay there for about thirty seconds before she turned to me and said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get your shoes off, get up here and start working your magic hands on me." I shook myself and nervously complied. I slipped off my shoes and knee walked onto the bed. I looked down on her and I didn't know what to do. The most comfortable position would be straddling her, at least for a massage. I wasn't sure how comfortable that would make me, however, so I knelt next to her and ran my hands up her back to her shoulders. I started rubbing and squeezing them, and she moaned contentedly. I spent the next ten minutes or so working on her neck and back. Each time I rubbed her lower back, she would thrust her ass slightly into the air, encouraging me to move my hands further down, an encouragement I was loathe to oblige. Finally, she graduated from subtle encouragement, saying, "Lower, Claire, go lower." Given an order like that, I complied. As I squeezed and rubbed her buttocks, I reflected on how I got into this position, and further reflected on how wet my panties were. Why were they soaked, massaging my best friend? I was so confused. I worked on her ass for a few minutes, then moved down to her thighs. She spread her legs slightly wider apart, still thrusting her pelvis up slightly every time my hand wandered near her inner thighs. I worked down one leg, then started on her other thigh, again moving down to her feet. When I was done, she flipped over. I was kneeling next to her and I looked down at her. Amy's chest was heaving, her nipples dark and standing firm. Her waist tapered, but there was a slight paunch over her pelvis. Her bush was dark and full, though slightly trimmed. Her legs were spread widely, and I could see her pink lips peeking out from between her thighs. "Start at my feet," she ordered in a breathy voice. She watched me closely as I lifted her foot into my lap and started rubbing. Her eyes never left me as I moved my hands up her leg towards her thigh. She parted her legs even further, allowing my hands to squeeze her inner thighs. As my hands got close to her vagina, she demanded, "Now the other foot!" As I moved down to her other foot, I realized that she was not the only person in the room breathing heavily. I took her foot into my lap and started working my way up her leg. I was at her thighs again, both of us on the verge of panting, when we heard the door close downstairs. I looked up in surprise, but Amy just said, "That was amazing!" She pulled me in and gave me a brief kiss on the lips and said, "You can go home now. On your way out, tell Jim to come up here right now!" "OK," I murmured and I slipped on my shoes and went downstairs. Jim saw me and said, "Hi Claire!" I nodded to him, and in a embarrassed voice I said, "Amy would like to see you upstairs now." "OK, see you later," he said to my retreating back as I rushed home. I wondered how Amy would explain the fact that she was naked on the bed and very horny after I had just left her. When I got home, Jake was in the kitchen making a snack for himself. I reached under my skirt and pulled my moist panties off. I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his body, running my hands over his chest while I planted small kisses on his neck. "Can I have a snack too," I asked. "Sure," he said. "Do you want the same as me?" "No thank you," I responded. "I'll help myself." Then I reached down to his waist and undid his belt. He turned to look at me in surprise as I popped his pants open and dropped to my knees. I fished his cock out from his underwear and slurped it into my mouth. It was still small, and fit easily in, but that soon changed, and his thickened cock filled my mouth. "What's gotten into you?" he asked. "Nothing yet," I replied cornily, "but you need to, soon!" I laid down on the floor and spread my legs. Jake knelt between them and I guided his cock into me. As he pushed all the way in, I could feel his zipper pressing into my flesh as his pubic hair tickled my clit. Two or three shoves later and I was cumming. I screamed and encouraged more as he kept pounding away. I was right near my next cum when I felt him seize up and the hot gush of his cum in my pussy. I kept humping against his slowly shrinking cock, and I wanted to cum while he was still in me, so I reached down and tweaked my clit until I shrieked and came again, my pelvic convulsions squeezing his cock right out of me. As I lay on the floor, gasping for air, I noticed that he was kneeling over me, with a quizzical expression on his face. "This did not just come out of nowhere," he said. "What brought it on?" I covered my eyes in embarrassment, and I told him what had transpired at Amy's. "She used you to get ready for sex?" he asked in amazement. I nodded, blushing even harder. "And how did that make you feel?" he asked. I looked at him in surprise and he looked me over, saying, "I guess that was a stupid question." He thought for a moment, then said, "Were you curious about her?" I nodded and said, "I was wondering, if Jim didn't come home, would she have made me lick her?" "Would you have?" he asked. "Would you have wanted me to?" I countered. "I don't know," he responded. He was quiet for a moment, then said, "Have you ever tasted a woman?" "You know I haven't!" I said indignantly. "Do you want to?" he asked. "I don't know," I replied. "Why don't you start with yourself?" he asked, and he crawled over to my head and presented me with his cock. I was surprised, but he just looked down at me and said, "Clean me off. Suck your pussy juice off of my cock!" Well, given an order like that, I couldn't refuse. I took his cock into my mouth, and I found that I didn't object to the taste as much as I thought I would. I licked it clean, and I didn't stop there. "Do you think I'm a teenager?" he asked, but his cock was disagreeing with the sentiment, rising in my mouth. He pulled away and stood up, then helped me up. He pulled my dress over my head then took my hand and pulled me up to our bedroom, where he proved that he was more resilient than he believed. ------- Chapter 8 On Sunday, Becky and the others were back in town. I should have given them a chance to decompress, but I was too confused, and Becky was the only person I knew that might understand what I was going through, except maybe her master, who seemed to have me read completely, but I was definitely not going there. I called Becky early Sunday afternoon and asked, "Did you have a nice honeymoon?" "The best, Mom, the best!" she replied excitedly. "That's good, honey," I said nervously. "Listen, are you up to meeting with me tonight?" "Well, we just got back, and I'm a bit wiped out. Is it important?" she asked. "Umm, I'm not sure," I said, even more nervously. "I can tell something is wrong, Mom. Is it about me?" she asked. "No, not at all," I said. "I just had some questions..." "Do you want to come over for dinner?" she asked. "Could we go out somewhere, just me and you?" I asked. "OK, Mom," she said. "Let me just check with Master." She put me on hold and came back shortly, advising me that her master had given her permission to have dinner with me. We set up a time, and I said good-bye. I went to Jake and said, "Um, Jake, I just wanted to tell you that I am going out for the evening." "Where?" he said, sounding disappointed. "Becky is back, and I'm going to meet her for dinner to talk to her," I told him. "The minute that she gets back," he observed. "You must be really torn up about this. Maybe we should just stop everything that we are doing." He seemed quite concerned, but I told him, "That's just it, I don't think I want to stop, I just don't know what is going on. I need to talk to Becky. Maybe she can help." "OK, dear," he said. "You talk to her, then come back and we'll talk about it." ------- I met Becky at the restaurant. She looked tan and happy. We greeted each other and ordered our food, then she said, "What's up, Mom?" Now the ball was in my court, and I didn't know what to do with it. How do you tell your daughter that you are submissive just like she is? What do you say? "Um, remember how I said that I couldn't understand why you were doing what you were doing?" I asked. "Uh, huh," she replied. "Well, I think that I understand you better now," I said. "Why's that?" she asked. "I think that I'm becoming like you!" I said, then I broke down crying. She moved her chair next to me and held me until I calmed down. "Tell me about it," she said in a reasonable tone of voice. "It's your fault," I started. "Remember how you called me after we all had dinner?" "You and Dad did it?" she asked with a smile. "Yes, and I liked it!" I cried. "I liked it a lot. And we did it again, and again. And now, I've agreed to be his sex slave!" "Like me?" she asked. "No, not quiet like you," I explained. "Just in bed or wherever we are doing it. Oh God, I can't believe that I am having this conversation with my daughter!" "Your grown, married daughter, Mother," she said. "I know, but it's still hard!" I said. I took a couple of deep breaths and then said, "Let me tell you everything." And I did. I explained how I enjoyed what Jake did to me. Then I explained about Amy, right up to what she had done last night. "That manipulative bitch!" she said, but her tone was somewhat approving. "So what can I do for you, Mom?" "I'm so confused!" I explained. "I feel bad about having these feelings that, on the one hand, I feel are wrong, and on the other hand, make me feel so good. I guess I would be OK with the feelings that I have with your father, but what should I do about Amy? I don't want to stop being friends with her, and I am worried about the thoughts that I am having, but at the same time, I feel good when she orders me around. I am going crazy!" "First of all, Mom, you are not going crazy," she said soothingly. "I know what you are going through. I had much more incentive to be this way, and I still felt the way that you do. I'm not sure what you should do, but the way that I solved it is by embracing it completely." "What do you mean by that?" I asked. "Well, I figured that the best part of being submissive is that as long as I was doing what Master wants, I could not possibly be doing something wrong," she explained. "Becky might have thought that it was wrong to expose my body in public, to have two other women sexily slather my body in sunscreen while a beach full of men and women watched, but if Master told me to do it, then it must be right, so I didn't have to be conflicted at all. On the other hand, I was giving myself to him completely, and you are not really going that far with Dad, so I'm not sure what to say." She was thoughtfully silent for a few moments, then observed, "It seems to me that what you are doing with Dad is not freaking you out as much as the things that you are doing with Amy, is that true?" "I guess," I said. "So in the worst case, you can tell Amy to back off, and continue what you are doing with Dad, right?" she asked. "I guess," I said reluctantly. "You don't want to give up what you feel with Amy, do you?" Becky asked with a smile. "I don't know!" I said mournfully. "Let's ignore your new relationship with Dad for a moment, then, and concentrate on how Amy makes you feel," she said. "How does she make you feel?" "Submissive," I said quietly. "But it's weird, because most of our relationship is just the same, except these moments where she takes control!" "Do you want to change the relationship completely?" she asked. "I don't know!" I replied. "She's my best friend. I love the friendship we have. I guess I'm worried about changing it irrevocably. What happens if we continue down this route? If it works out, then will this new relationship supersede our old friendship? If it doesn't, will it ruin our friendship forever? How will Dad react? And what about Jim?" I was quiet for a moment, then I continued softly, "Also, I've never been with a woman before. What if I do it wrong? What if I don't like it?" Becky was thoughtful again. Just then our food came, so we took a break from the conversation and quietly ate our dinners. When we were done, Becky said, "You've asked some very good questions. I can't answer all of them, but I can make some suggestions. "Nothing that you've said so far would seem to me to be an impossible obstacle. It seems to me that there are three problems here. One, will your friendship survive, two how will your husbands react, and three, will you like being with a woman. Let's take the first problem first. "I think that your friendship can survive, but not the way that you are going about it. The problem is communications: you have none. You are starting in this whole new relationship, and neither of you know what the other wants to get out of it. That is a sure-fire recipe for disaster, especially in Dominance and Submission. You have to clearly define your boundaries, or at least come up with a way to indicate that you've reached a limit, or you are going to hit a limit, and then someone will be hurt. Either she will be upset because you didn't obey, or you will be upset because she pushed too far. "So far, you have not gone far enough to hit a limit, but you will. What if she had wanted you to eat her yesterday, would you have?" I shrugged, unsure of the answer. "The second issue, your husbands, comes down to the same problem: communications. If you don't know how Dad will react, then you haven't talked about it enough. If there are limits that he wants to place on your actions, then he has to let you know what they are. If you don't discuss it, then you will cross a line that will hurt one or both of you. The same is true with Amy and Jim, and to some extent, Dad and Jim. "So I think that what you are going to have to do, despite how painful I know it will be, is to sit down, first with Dad, then with Amy, then probably with Dad, Amy and Jim, and clearly define how your relationship will be in the future." I nodded, understanding, yet unsure how I was going to do that. "An idea that might work between you and Amy so that you can keep your friendship is perhaps using different personas," Becky suggested. "I don't understand what you mean," I said. "For instance, when you are good ole Claire, then you are just friends," she explained. "But if she calls you Marie, then you are the sweet submissive." I thought about that. Marie was my middle name, one that I didn't really use. Would a split personality work? "It's just a thought," Becky said, sensing my ambivalence. "It may work, it may not, but it's something to discuss with Amy when you are ready. As for the third problem, I may have a solution for that, as well." Becky got an evil looking grin on her face, and I started worrying. "You said that you are serving Dad now, so you probably want to do things to make him happy, right?" she asked. "Uh, huh," I said, nervously. "Well, what is the single most common male fantasy?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "Two women at the same time," she said with a grin. "And from experience I can tell you that, done correctly, the guy just loves it!" "You want me to get Amy to join me and Dad?" I asked. "Well, maybe one day, but not yet," she said. "I was thinking of something that would solve a different problem as well. You don't know how you will react with Amy, so what if you get someone else in bed with you and Dad, and you can practice with a girl in a less pressured environment, while Dad can get his jollies as well?" "Do you mean you?" I asked, scandalized. "Ooo, you are a kinky bitch!" Becky said with a big laugh. "I don't think either of you is ready for that yet! No, I thought that perhaps I'd lend you Chrissy! She is certainly obedient, so she will do everything that you tell her to, she knows how to treat a woman right. She would be perfect to help both of you through your first time with someone else with virtually no stress on your part. You don't have to worry about satisfying her or how she will feel about it; she will just be thrilled to be following orders." "I'm not sure that this is a good idea," I said, but in reality, I was very intrigued. I didn't know Chrissy well at all, but I knew what she looked like, and I knew that she would certainly turn Jake on. Plus, I probably wouldn't be as nervous doing things with her, because she wasn't my best friend. However, it might be uncomfortable later, when I saw her in the future, so I was really torn. Becky sat up straight and signaled for the waitress. "Tonight," she said. "Tonight what?" I asked. "Tonight you are going to take Chrissy home with you," she said. "I won't let you overthink this. We are going to drive to my house, and I am going to instruct Chrissy on what she is to do. Then you are going to call Dad and tell him that you are bringing a surprise home for him. If he doesn't go for it, you can always have Chrissy just clean your house while you take care of Dad, but I bet that he will go for it." "I don't think that I can do it now," I told her. It was just too soon. "Well, here are your choices," Becky said. "You can go along with me, or I will tell Master the story, and he will order you to do it. Do you think that you would refuse him?" I thought about it and shuddered. If he told me to do it, I would, I just knew that I would. "OK," I said quietly. "Excellent," Becky said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "Now let's blow this Popsicle stand and pick up a little slave girl for you!" ------- Chapter 9 We got into my car, and I drove over to Becky's house. She pulled me inside, despite how uncomfortable I was being there. As soon as we were inside, Becky stripped off her clothes and yelled, "Chrissy! Front and center!" I heard the pitter patter of bare feet and Chrissy quickly came running up, sliding to her knees in the last few steps. She was breathing a bit from the exertion as she said, "Yes, Mistress?" "I have an assignment for you," Becky said. "Something only a slave as obedient as you can perform." She smiled down at her slave and stroked her cheek. "I'll do anything you say, Mistress!" Chrissy said, her large chest heaving attractively. "Of course you will, darling," Becky said. "Do you remember my mother, Claire?" Chrissy looked at me and said, "Of course, Mistress." "Well here is your assignment for tonight," Becky explained. "You will go home with my mother, and you will serve her and my father as you serve me. Anything that they want, you will do. Do you understand?" "Mostly, Mistress, but I have a few things I need clarification on, if it pleases you," Chrissy said. "Ask away," Becky said. "Which person should I obey primarily?" she asked. "Excellent question," Becky said, looking at me. "If there is a conflict in commands, my father's commands take precedence. That means if he asks you to hold my mother down so that he can fuck her, you should, even if she protests." I heard a groan, and I realized that it was me. "Other questions?" Becky asked. "Yes, Mistress," Chrissy responded. "Is there a particular purpose or task that I should be aware of?" "Oooh, I knew that there was a reason I loved having you as a slave!" Becky said and dropped to her knees to hug and kiss a pleased looking Chrissy. "There are a few reasons. First, you are to be a present to my father, who I believe has not been with another woman since he met my mother. You are to please him, and show him what a nice present his wife gave to him. Second, my dear mother has never been with a woman. I want you to help fix that problem, and teach her what to do." "Yes, Mistress," Chrissy said. "Any additional instructions?" "That's all," Becky said. "Are you up to the task?" "I will do my best for you, Mistress," Chrissy said with a smile. "If I hear that you did a very good job, I'll give you a sound whipping!" Becky said with a smile. I was confused. "Shouldn't you whip her if she does a bad job?" I asked. "This pain slut?" Becky exclaimed with a snort. "To her, a whipping is no punishment; on the contrary, it is a reward!" I felt like Alice down the rabbit hole. The whole world was turned upside down! "Go get a jacket and go out to my mother's car," Becky said. "Just a jacket?" I asked. "Shouldn't she get dressed?" "What a waste that would be!" Becky said. "Although, come to think of it, Dad might like some lingerie." She turned and yelled down the hall. "Chrissy, go get some lingerie to bring as well!" In just a few more minutes I was sitting in the driver seat of my car, a naked woman in a knee length jacket in the passenger seat, making the drive to my house. "Is there anything I can do for you or tell you on the way, Mistress?" Chrissy asked me. "Um, I don't think so," I said nervously. "Was this your idea, Mistress?" Chrissy asked. "Not really," I said. "I was sort of brow-beaten into this by my high spirited daughter." "Yes, Mistress," Chrissy said with a laugh. "My Mistress can certainly be a handful. It's a good thing Master likes his slaves spirited." "Spirited!" I snorted. It was funny, but there was a distinct difference in the way she said Mistress to me and the way that she referred to Becky. Mistress, as it referred to Becky, was almost reverential. "It doesn't bother you to be handed out like this?" I asked her. "No, Mistress, quite the opposite," Chrissy told me. "Mistress only rarely does things like this, and it is so exciting when she does! I am so pleased that I can serve her like this!" I shook my head and we rode quietly for a while. Then Chrissy asked, "Do you have a plan, Mistress?" "A plan?" I asked. "Yes, do I just walk in with you, or did you want to present me to your husband in a particular way?" she asked. "Oh, that's right," I said. "I guess I'm not thinking straight tonight. Thanks for the reminder." I thought for a while about how to do this. Then I decided to take Becky's advice to heart. I could do this tentatively, or I could embrace it. I could guess which would make Jake happier. The question was, could I pull it off? I gathered myself in and took a deep breath. I pulled out my cell phone and called home, all the while whispering, "Embrace yourself, embrace yourself, embrace yourself." When Jake answered, I put on a sexy voice and said "Hi Jake, I'm on my way home." "How'd it go?" he asked. "Good," I said. "In fact, I have a present for you. I'll be home in about fifteen minutes. Please go to the bedroom and lie on the bed. I'll be there with a surprise." "A surprise?" he asked. "Will I like it?" I laughed a deep, full bodied, sexy laugh. "Oh yeah, you're going to like it!" "OK, I'll go get ready," he said. "I love you!" "I love you too, Jake," I said before hanging up. I glanced over at Chrissy and said, "We'll go in, and you can wait outside my bedroom until I call you in. Put on some sexy outfit." "Yes, Mistress," she said. "And you might want to lay off that Mistress and Master business," I said. "I don't think that either of us is up to it. We are Claire and Jake." "It doesn't seem completely respectful, but if that is what you wish, Claire, I will do it," she said. "Thanks," I said, and we sat quietly until I pulled up in my driveway. ------- We entered the house quietly and went upstairs. I showed Chrissy where to go change, and I went in to our bedroom. Jake was there, dressed only in boxer shorts, his cock at half mast; he was clearly excited about whatever it was I was planning. "So how was it with Becky?" he asked. I was pleased that he had asked that; he knew there was some sort of surprise coming for him, and he was still more concerned with my feelings. It made me happier to give him this present. But first... "Jake, I'm afraid that I made a mistake," I told him. I pulled my dress over my head, leaving me in just panties and a bra. "It's after 7PM and I am wearing panties. Maybe you should punish me first, and then I'll tell you what happened with Becky." Jake smiled broadly. He recognized this as my way of telling him that things would be continuing as they had been. He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled me onto his lap. He unsnapped my bra and I lifted my shoulders to slip it off. Then he pushed my panties down my thighs. He rubbed my ass a bit, then spanked me. And then he did it again. And again. He continued until my ass was red, then he leaned back and pulled me on top of him. Lying on top of him, I looked into his eyes and kissed him hard. I was surer than ever that he would like his gift. I pushed my panties off my legs, and I kissed him again. "Now tell me about your meeting with Becky," he demanded. "OK, Jake," I said. "I talked to her, and she broke my fears down into three areas, and I agreed with her that she was correct. She showed me that two of the issues revolved around communications. Jake, we need to talk a bit more about where this is going, what you are OK with and what you are not." "OK," Jake answered, "but I'm not always sure about what is OK." "The problem with that is that if we don't discuss it, I won't know when to stop," I said. "For instance, what would have happened if instead of sending me away last night after Jim came home, Amy insisted that I stay and service him?" Jake looked at me in surprise. Clearly he had not thought about this. On the other hand, I felt his cock twitch, which surprised me. I was more confused then ever. "If I don't know what you want me to do, then I can't do it, and if I am unclear, I might go too far, so I need to know what you want," I said. "Also, if you don't know what I want, or if I don't give you a way to know that I am hitting a limit, then you might go too far with me. So we need to talk." "You're right," he said. "Do you want to talk right now?" "Maybe a little, about things in our immediate future," I said. "For instance, you know that I am worried about Amy. How far do you want me to go with her?" Jake thought for a moment, then said, "Well, if you are comfortable, you can go further. It's probably very male chauvinist, but thinking of two women together is pretty sexy. I just wish that if you do it, I could see it." I smiled at his admission, thinking about what was still to come tonight. "What if she wants me to do something with Jim?" I asked. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet," he said. "What if Amy wants to do something with you?" I asked. "Surprisingly, I'm not sure that I'm ready for that either," he admitted. "OK, I'll keep that in mind," I said. "I'm going to have a conversation with Amy as well, and try to set some limits there. That way, we'll all know where we stand. After all this goes down, we may need to have a conversation between the four of us." "Are we becoming swingers?" he asked with a wry grin. "I don't know what we are becoming," I said. "Our daughter has certainly opened a can of worms, hasn't she?" "I'm not sure whether to kiss her or spank her," Jake said with a laugh. "Hey! She's your daughter!" I said. "I didn't mean it like that!" he said. "Would it interest you to know that topic came up today?" I asked with a smile. "Are you serious?" he asked. "Don't worry," I reassured him, "we all agreed that nobody is up for that." I paused for a minute, then added, "Yet." He looked a tad nervous, so I kissed him into submission. "Are you interested in the present that I got for you?" I asked. "I certainly am," he said. "OK, first a little preparation," I told him. I slipped down the bed and pulled off his underwear. I ran my hands up his nude body, and then I licked his cock up and down before sucking it into my mouth. I polished his knob for a bit, then pulled off. "Lie in the middle of the bed and close your eyes," I instructed. He complied, and I walked out of the room. I gestured to Chrissy to come into the room. She was wearing a red silk bra, red thong panties, a red garter belt and stockings. It offset her blonde hair, her large breasts filling her bra nicely. "Before you open your eyes," I told Jake, "you have to understand that I am doing this for two reasons; one, to make you happy, and the second, as a learning experience for me. Are you ready to get your surprise?" "You know I am," he said, and his hard cock flexed, indicating its readiness as well. I stepped behind Chrissy and cupped my hands under her breasts. "Open your eyes, then," I told him. The expression on his face was priceless. First, his jaw dropped open as he stared at me fondling the breasts of the young sexy blonde in front of me. Then he grabbed for the blanket to cover his exposed genitals. "What the hell is going on?" he asked. "Haven't you ever had a fantasy of sleeping with someone other than me?" I asked him. "I know from what you said earlier that you want to see me with another woman. Tonight, you get to experience both." I reached between Chrissy's breasts and popped the catch on her bra, exposing her perfect breasts to my husband. I ran my hand lightly over Chrissy's breasts, and she sighed and leaned back into me. "But, but, that's Becky's..." Jake sputtered. "Yes," I said, surprising myself with my calmness. "This is Chrissy, Becky's slave, and Becky has lent her to us tonight. For this evening, Chrissy will obey us as if we were her Master and Mistress. She's here as a present to you, so that you can see what it is like with another woman, and she will teach me what it is like to be with another woman as well." I watched Jake as he tried to process everything. He still didn't look too sure of his gift. "If you aren't comfortable with this, we don't have to do anything. I can send her to the other bedroom to spend the night, and we can just play ourselves," I said. I hoped that he didn't decide to do that. He looked at me for a while then said, "Come here, Claire." I walked around Chrissy and over to Jake. "You are amazing," he said. "Are you sure that you want to do this?" I smiled and nodded. "I do. I think it will be fun, and with Chrissy, it won't have the same undertones as it would with Amy or someone else." "I still can't believe this, but OK," he said, with a smile. "Bring her over here!" I turned and signaled Chrissy to join us. Chrissy strutted over, then dropped to her knees next the bed, resting her hands behind her, which emphasized her chest even more. "How may I serve you?" she asked. I looked at Jake and he shrugged. I leaned over, kissed his ear and said, "Be our master." He smiled and said, "Chrissy, stand up." She complied, and he instructed, "You have one hour. In that hour, your job is to make Claire cum at least four times." I looked at him, my mouth gaping open. "Be careful what you wish for," he said with a smirk. I turned back to Chrissy, and I realized that she had moved right next to me. She smiled at me, then leaned in, took my cheeks in her hand and kissed me lightly on my lips. I closed my eyes and moaned as her hands slipped around to my back and her tongue teased its way into my mouth. Without me realizing it, she had moved me closer to the bed, and she pulled me down onto it, never breaking the kiss. Finally, she pulled away and moved her lips to nuzzle my neck. I squealed in pleasure, and then gasped as she moved further down and captured a nipple in her mouth. I glanced over and saw that Jake was watching us intently. "Enjoying the show?" I asked as I felt Chrissy move lower. "Very much," he said. "This was a lovely present!" I gasped as Chrissy's tongue touched my dripping pussy. "Just wait until you feel her tongue on you!" I told Jake. "Then you'll really thank me for the present!" I heard Chrissy squeak and increase her movement; she must have enjoyed my compliment. I let my mind go and think about the fact that for the first time, a woman was licking me. It was different from how Jake did it, gentler, softer, yet just as insistent. She took a broad swipe from the tip of my clit, until her tongue was on my asshole, and I took us a quarter of the way to our goal. Chrissy allowed me to relax for a few moments before her mouth returned to mine, giving me a taste of myself. "Do you have a vibrator or a dildo?" she asked. I shook my head, embarrassed that she had even asked. "Every woman should have one!" she said, scandalized. "I guess we'll just have to improvise." She returned to kissing me as I felt two of her finger push their way into me, while her thumb started pushing on my clit. I wasn't that far off of my last cum, so I started this trip much closer to the finish line than before. She curved her fingers up, and they seemed to always hit exactly the right spots; within five minutes I was gasping like a steam engine going up a hill, and then she pushed me right over the top. We were half way there. Chrissy nuzzled my neck as I recovered, whispering to me, "Your husband seems to be enjoying himself." I glanced over and saw Jake staring at us, breathing heavily and slowly stroking his cock. I shuddered in pleasure at the sight. "What's next?" I asked the sexy young blonde next to me. "Why don't you straddle my head, and then you can examine me as I'm licking you?" Chrissy suggested. "Feel free to do anything that you want to my body." I was tired, but I complied, crawling on top of Chrissy in a 69. I felt her hands on my ass as she pulled my pussy down to her mouth, her tongue spearing deep into my hole. I moved my head down between her spread legs, examining what she had. Her pussy was tight, with small outer lips, and when I opened them with my fingers, I saw her clit standing proud. As Chrissy tried her damnedest to bring me off again, I ran my fingers through her pussy; this was the closest that I'd ever been to a pussy. Finally, in between pants, I tentatively ran my tongue around her clit. She moaned into my pussy, which encouraged me to suck some of her leaking juices from her pussy. When I decided that I liked it, I buried my head between her legs and started swabbing every surface with my tongue, but I only lasted a few minutes before my orgasm distracted me. I collapsed to the side as Chrissy continued to gently nip at my pussy. I looked up at Jake, and I realized how I wanted my last cum. "Get up, you lazy slut," I said, slapping Chrissy hard on the ass. "Yes, Mistress - I mean Claire," she replied, jumping out of the bed. I lay in the middle of the bed, my head near Jake and said, "This time, you get to be on the top. Climb aboard!" Chrissy smiled and crawled on top of me, pussy to face. She tried pushing her pussy on my face, but I pushed it up and a little away. At the same time, I used my hand on her back to encourage her to begin eating me again. I leaned my head back and looked at Jake. "Come here Jake," I said. He moved around, and I said, "I want your cock in my mouth!" Although with Chrissy's ass right there it was difficult, I managed to get the head of his cock into my mouth, then run my tongue along his whole shaft. I popped his cock out of my mouth, looked up into his eyes and said, "I want you to fuck the sexy girl that is eating your wife!" He looked at me in surprise, but I just said, "I want to be the one that puts your cock into her. I want to fuck her with your cock. Straddle my head and put your cock here!" He did as I demanded and I positioned his cock just at her entrance. I lifted my head and ran my tongue from her clit, down her slit, over his cock and to his balls. I heard them both groan, then, with one hand positioning his cock at her opening, I grabbed his ass with my other hand and shoved him forward, impaling Chrissy with his cock. Then I let my head fall back to the bed, grabbed his ass with both hands and started pushing and pulling, in effect fucking Chrissy with my husband. My head was on the bed, and above me I could see Jake's cock plowing in and out of Chrissy's shaved snatch, his balls bouncing forward and back, her hips bouncing forward with every stroke. Chrissy started matching strokes, shoving her tongue into me on every forward stroke. Very quickly, Jake's pistoning cock caused juices to start dripping on every outstroke, landing on my face and mouth. I couldn't resist, and I ran my tongue along Jake's cock when I could. Every now and then I would pull Jake all the way out, lift my head to swipe my tongue through Chrissy's pussy lips, then suck Jake's cock into my mouth to clean it off. I'd reposition him, and we'd be back to the races. For a middle of the road, middle aged housewife, this was the sexiest thing that I'd ever seen, let alone done. Soon, Jake was grunting, panting, and moaning, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Chrissy took my clit in her mouth and started sucking like there was no tomorrow. Between that and the sight of Jake grabbing Chrissy's hips and pounding away like a wild man, I screamed and came. I saw Jake shove his cock as deep as he could, and I could see his balls pulsing as he came too. He stayed pushed all the way in until he was completely done, then he rested on his heels for a minute, his balls resting on my forehead. Finally, he pulled out and started moving off of me, but I grabbed his cock before he could go and sucked it in, cleaning off their juices. I then let him move back while I cleaned out the little slave on top of me. When I was done, I pushed Chrissy off of me and moved up to kiss Jake. "Surprise," I said with a tired grin. He kissed me back and gave me a rib-crushing hug. "I love you, my sexy wife," he said. We laughed and then turned to Chrissy, who was at the foot of the bed on her knees. "Please, sir, if I did a good job, will you please spank me?" "What?" Jake asked in surprise. I looked at Chrissy and I realized that she had not cum. "Jake, please let me deal with this," I said. "OK," he said. I moved down to Chrissy and took her face in my hand. I said, "Chrissy, the job you did does not deserve a spanking." She looked disappointed momentarily, but I continued in a louder voice, "Jake, get your belt!" I glanced at Jake and he looked at me in surprise, but I nodded at him and he went off to get his belt. I lay down on my back and pulled Chrissy on top of me, her knees straddling my hips, breast to breast, and I pulled her head so that her face was just inches from mine. I heard Jake come back to the bed and I said, "Jake, start strapping her with the belt. I will tell you when to do it harder or softer, and I will tell you when to stop. Please begin." I grabbed Chrissy's hips and pushed them up, making an even more inviting target for Jake. I heard the first blow land, and I could see in Chrissy's eyes that it barely made an impression. "Harder," I told Jake. The next stroke was better, but still not enough. "Harder," I demanded. The next stroke caused Chrissy to gasp, but I could tell she wanted more. "Harder, still," I said. Chrissy was really feeling it now, and Jake kept those strokes up. I could see that it was affecting her, and I thought of a way that I could end it. "Stop for a minute," I instructed Jake. When he stopped, I reached behind Chrissy and grabbed her abused buttocks hard, pulling her ass cheeks apart and exposing her crinkled rosebud. "Put a few right here, Jake," I said, running a finger down her ass crack and over her pussy. "Are you sure," he asked uncertainly. "Please do it," I said. "Now. She's so close." "OK," he muttered, and I pulled her ass cheeks apart again and I felt the belt whiz next to my fingers. Chrissy screamed, then on the second stroke, she came. I pulled her head down to mine and kissed her, holding my other hand up to stop Jake from any more strokes. She shuddered and I felt the fluids dripping onto my stomach and pubes. "Thank you, thank you so much!" Chrissy was moaning at me. "You deserved it," I told her. "You were so good for Jake and me." She just kept repeating, "Thank you. Thank you." A few minutes later she rolled off of me and lay panting on the bed. I crawled up and lay next to Jake. I kissed him, and said, "Interesting night, huh?" "Wow," was all he could say. I lay in his arms and he stroked my hair, until the day took its toll and we all nodded off to sleep. ------- Chapter 10 The alarm went off in the morning and Jake hit it. I moved around and felt something at my feet. I looked down and saw Chrissy just getting up at the foot of the bed. "Is there any way that I can serve you this morning?" Chrissy asked. "Yes, please help Jake in the shower this morning," I told her. "Wash him with your body, and send him off to work remembering you." "Yes, Claire," she said with a smile. I got up and went to the kitchen to make coffee. When I had three cups done, I put them on a tray and carried them upstairs. I went into the bathroom and I watched as Jake fucked Chrissy's face as she knelt at his feet, the water flowing over both of them. Jake stiffened and groaned, and I saw Chrissy swallowing. When they were done, I said, "Coffee's up." Jake smiled at me as he helped Chrissy up. They came out of the shower and I wrapped a towel around each of them. We all helped each other wipe off. Chrissy picked up her coffee and we both watched Jake dress. Jake guzzled his, then we both walked him to the door and kissed him goodbye. He looked at both of us, still nude, and shook his head, then left for work. I dragged Chrissy into the living room and sat her on the couch. "I just wanted to say thank you for last night," I told her. "It was eye-opening, and wonderful. You helped me over some major issues." "It was my duty to my Mistress," she told me, "but it was also my pleasure. You were wonderful as well, and the way that you had your husband spank me!" She wrapped her arms around herself and shuddered. "Mistress couldn't have done it better. I guess that Master is right, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." "Me like Becky?" I exclaimed. "Not likely! She is much more in control!" Chrissy leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. "I think that you don't give yourself enough credit. If Mistress ever tires of me, I think I'll come see if you're willing to take me!" I looked at her in shock, and she winked to show me that she was kidding. I think. "I guess we'd better get dressed so that I can take you home," I told her. "I'll just call for a car, I don't want to make you go into the city," she replied. Then she added, "Of course, if there is any service that I can provide first, I would be thrilled to do so!" "Um, I think that I am quite satiated, thank you," I said with a smile. "You were wonderful though." "Thank you, Mistress," she said with a blush, and I didn't correct her. ------- After Chrissy's car picked her up, I sat down and thought about what to do with Amy. I knew the answer, it would just be hard to do. Nevertheless, I called her up and told her I'd be over later in the afternoon to talk. Just before I walked out the door, a thought occurred to me, and I reached under my dress and pulled off my panties. "In for a penny, in for a pound," I thought. When I arrived at Amy's she asked, "So what's up? It seemed like you had something on your mind." "I do," I told her as I sat down across the table from her. And then I stopped talking. This was really hard! "Yes?" she asked. "OK," I sighed. "Look, I've been your friend for years, decades even. You are my best friend in the whole world. I don't want to mess that up." She looked concerned. "Have we messed that up?" "Not yet," I told her, "but I'm afraid that we will, and I want to avoid that. I talked with a very wise woman, and the she told me that the key to everything is open and honest communications, setting expectations and limits, and understanding what each of us want." "A very wise woman?" she asked. "Becky," I replied. "Ahhh," she said. "So the key is communications?" "Amy, admit it," I said. "Things have changed between us. A month ago, you never would have thought about having me prep you to have sex with your husband!" "Too much?" she asked, regretfully. "Actually, no," I told her. She looked surprised. "But if we were to continue, I'm sure one time it would be. Let's lay our cards on the table. Over the last few weeks, I've been exploring my submissive side, and you've been taking full advantage of that, right?" "I guess," she said. "I probably shouldn't have pushed you." "Well, I have to admit that I've enjoyed it," I said. "But we have to decide what our relationship is going to be. Frankly, as much as I enjoyed serving you like that, I don't want to mess up the friendship that we already have. I really love just talking to you about everything, going shopping with you, hanging out; I don't think we can keep doing it unless we define things better." "What do you mean by that?" she asked. "I don't know," I told her honestly. "As I see it, there are three possible ways to go. First, revert back to the way we were. Second, I could submit to you completely. Third, we could try and come up with a happy medium." "Submit to me completely?" she asked, a tinge of excitement in her voice. "If I chose to do that, and you chose to accept it, then it would define a relationship much like Becky and Chrissy, or perhaps Jake and me," I told her. "You and Jake?" she asked. "Do you mean you've become submissive to Jake?" "I have," I replied. "Ooooo, tell me all about it," she demanded. "Later," I said. "I want to discuss us first. If we do that, then I don't think our friendship would be the same." She looked at me intently for a few moments, then she said, "I've had fun dominating you, but I wouldn't want that to replace our friendship." "I'm glad to hear that, because that's the way that I feel as well," I told her. "That leaves us two choices; going back to the way we were, or figuring something out in the middle." "What could we do in the middle?" she asked. "Once again, words of wisdom from Becky," I said. "She suggested that perhaps we remain friends as usual, but if you call me Marie, then I would submit." She looked at me again. "Do you really want to submit?" she asked quietly. I looked down at the floor and said, "I think that I do." "Well then, Marie," she said. "Take off your dress, sit down, and tell me what's happened to you since that dinner." I looked at her, and she was smirking at me. The smirk dropped when I pulled my dress over my head and she saw that all that I was wearing was my bra. I sat down and said, "Ready for my story?" She nodded her head and licked her lips nervously. I launched into my tale, and I have to say that I got quite wet as I related everything that happened, from the dinner with our kids to Amy's last massage. "That's when I decided to talk to Becky. She had just gotten back, but she would probably understand better than anyone my conflicted feelings. She helped lay out the three problems that I had. First, I hadn't worked out parameters with Jake. I've since started taking care of that, and we'll soon finish it up. The second was that I hadn't discussed things with you, so we were setting ourselves up to either have you cross a line that I didn't want crossed, or for me to refuse something and have you angry at me. I'd like to think that we are on the way to solving that, which reminds me... If I am going to be Marie to you, I want a safeword to let you know when you've gone too far." "Why don't you just say, 'Claire wouldn't like that, '" Amy suggested. "Then I'll know to stop." "I like that," I said smiling. We stared at each other with silly, happy grins on our faces for a minute. Finally, Amy said, "First, lose the bra, then you can tell me what the third problem you had was." I pulled the bra off and sat naked in front of my best friend. I told her, "The third problem was that I wasn't sure if I would like being with another woman. I solved that by borrowing Chrissy. She was at my house last night, and in addition to having her please Jake, she taught me what it is like to be with a woman." "And did you enjoy it," Amy asked breathily. "Very much," I said quietly. Then I dropped my eyes and bowed my head submissively. "Come upstairs with me, Marie" she said. We went to her room and she turned around to face me as she stripped all her clothes off. She lay face down in the center of the bed and said, "I enjoyed your massage last time, Marie. Do it again." This time, I straddled her bare ass. As I massaged her, she pushed her ass up, smearing it with the moisture coming out of my leaky pussy. I followed the same route as last time, intentionally avoiding anything more private than her ass. Finally, she flipped over, and after I had done her feet and legs and teased her thighs, she said, "Marie!" "Yes, ma'am," I said. "I want you to very gently run your tongue through my pussy," she told me. I shuddered, and I realized we were now taking it to the next step. I did as she asked, and ran my tongue, every so softly, through her pussy. She tasted different than Chrissy, but just as good. I was still doing it gently when we heard Jim come in downstairs. "Where are you honey?" he called. I was going to pull away when Amy pulled my face hard into her pussy and rubbed it around. "I'm in our bedroom, Jim. Can you come up here now?" I thought about the position that I was in. I was kneeling between Amy's legs, my ass in the air and facing the door, the first thing that Jim would see when he walked into the room. As we heard Jim mount the stairs, I was thinking about whether I should say anything. Amy pulled my head up by my hair and said, "Marie, quickly get into the closet. Stay completely silent and watch my husband fuck me." She pushed me off the bed and I ran to comply. I had just made it into the closet when Jim walked into the room to see his wife, naked and open, playing with herself on the bed in front of him. "Jim," Amy said. "If you don't want to be in the doghouse for a very long time, get your clothes off this instant and fuck your wife hard!" Jim didn't look like he wanted to complain as he quickly pulled his clothes off. In a few seconds I saw the first cock other than Jake's that I had seen in over twenty years. "What's gotten into you?" Jim asked. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," Amy said. "Just stick that lovely cock in me and start fucking!" I guess he must have been used to Amy's antics, because he simply obeyed, shoving his cock root deep in one thrust. I watched as he pounded her, and after just a few minutes she looked over at me and screamed, "I'm cumming!" After she came, she slowed Jim down. He had not cum yet, and she made him take long, easy strokes as she kissed and hugged him. Then she started talking to him. "Do you think that Claire is sexy?" she asked. "What is this about?" Jim asked. "Just a simple question," she replied. "Do you think that she is sexy? Have you ever thought about fucking her?" Jim laughed heartily, which I could tell that the impaled Amy enjoyed. "Of course I've though about fucking her. She's an attractive woman! All men think about fucking every attractive woman that they see!" "If you had the chance, would you?" she asked. "I would never cheat on you," he said, kissing Amy, "and I would never hurt Jake like that!" "But it's fun to imagine, isn't it?" Amy asked. "Sometimes," he said. "Then pretend that I am Claire," Amy said. "Close your eyes and picture Claire under you. Jake sent her over and told you that you could fuck her however you'd like. I'm standing in the closet, watching you fuck her, just like I asked you to." My pussy was dripping at the picture that Amy was painting. Amy started talking again, but she pitched her voice and changed her tone to match mine. "Oh God, Jim! I'm so glad that Jake gave me to you for tonight! I've always wanted to fuck you, and when Amy said it was OK, I couldn't wait! Please, Jim, fuck my wet pussy!" Jim smiled and started thrusting harder. "Tell me how good my pussy feels to you, Jim. I want to hear you say how you love little Claire's pussy! Tell me how I can make you feel better!" Jim got into the game, saying, "Oh yeah, Claire, you are one hot piece of ass! Your pussy is so tight. Jake was a fool to let anyone use his pussy!" "Oh, but he did!" Amy continued. "Fuck my pussy. Fuck your wife's best friend's pussy! Cum in my pussy!" "I'm going to!" Jim said, panting. "I'm going to cum in my best friend's wife's pussy! I'm going to cum now!" I saw his ass squeeze together as he thrust deeply and spurted into her. Soon he collapsed on her. Amy held Jim but was looking at me as she asked him, "How was it, fucking my best friend?" "Great!" Jim replied. "Her pussy is much tighter than yours!" Amy smacked the side of his head, but laughed at him. "Go clean up and get me a wet washcloth too!" Jim laughed as he headed to the bathroom. Amy stood up and walked to the closet. As she reached me, she ran her hand up her thigh and into her pussy, pulling it out with a mixed cocktail of hers and Jim's cum. She held it to my mouth and I sucked the juices off. "Listen Little Marie," she whispered. "Get your sexy ass out of this house before I give you to Jim. Go home, strip off, and kneel by the door with your legs spread. When Jake comes home, tell him you are a present from me, then attack him! Now go!" She grabbed my head, thrust her tongue in my mouth, then spanked my ass and pushed my out of the bedroom. She closed the door just as I heard Jim come out of the bathroom. I scampered downstairs, threw my dress over my head, and headed out of the house to follow her instructions. ------- Chapter 11 I was expecting Jake home in about fifteen minutes when the phone rang. A quick look at the caller ID let me know it was Becky, or perhaps Chrissy. I answered the phone and Becky said, "Hi Mom! I heard you had a nice night last night!" "Oh, God," I groaned. "I didn't think about the fact that you would be privy to all the details of my sex life! How does it feel to you, thinking about your parents having sex?" "I'll admit, it freaked me out a bit at first, but it's kind of sexy thinking of you that way, especially now that I've heard such interesting things from my sexy blonde slave." "Oh, God!" I repeated. "Did you call just to torture me?" "Nope, I called with an invitation," she said. "What invitation?" I asked. "Do you remember our Tuesday night excursions?" she asked. "The one where you get a different woman for..." I asked extremely nervously. "Yes," she laughed, "but I am inviting you for the night out, not as entertainment for my Master." "Oh," I exclaimed in relief. "Before you agree, however, you should know that there are certain entrance requirements," she told me. "What are the requirements?" I asked. "They are different each week, and often for each person," she told me. "One thing in common, however, is no panties and a short skirt." "Well, I can't wear panties at night anyway," I informed her snippily. "Way to go, Dad!" she laughed. "Now each woman has a different task. Jamie will be inviting Amy, and her task will be to shave her pussy bald. Also, Master has informed me that this week, each lady out has to expose her pussy to at least one man and one woman. In addition, you will have one more task." "And what would that be?" I asked, my nervousness returning. "You will have to tell the story of the dinner where I told Dad about Master, the wedding, and what has happened to you since, both with Dad and with Amy," she informed me. "Since your pussy is not your own, you won't be required to shave it. But you will have to prove that you aren't wearing panties when I tell you to." "Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "Who is going to be there that I have to spill my guts to?" "Some are my friends, and you won't know them," she informed me. "Chrissy and Jamie will be there, of course, as well as someone from my gym, a couple of people from my work, and some of our friends. I'm not sure how many of them will make it." "I don't know if I can do it," I said. "Well, I'd suggest that you tell Dad of my offer, and let him decide," she said. "It is only proper for the master to make a decision like this." "That's not a bad idea," I said. Then I glanced at the clock and said, "Shit, I have to go! I'll call you later!" Without even waiting for a reply I slammed the phone down, ran to the front door and skidded to a halt on my knees facing the door. I thought I'd be late, but I was actually about three minutes early. I had just gotten my breath back and calmed down when I heard the door open. I kept my eyes on the floor as Jake walked in. "Whoa!" he said when he saw me. "Now this is the way to come home!" "Welcome home, Jake," I said. "I am sitting here on specific orders, and I've been told to tell you that this is a present from Amy." Then I jumped up, and, as instructed by Amy, attacked him. I had his pants down before he had a chance to close the door, then I dragged him over to the couch, threw myself over the back and said, "Please, please Jake, fuck your horny slave!" "We are going to have a little conversation about this later!" he said, then he answered my prayers and slammed his cock into me. The position was just right to rub my clit on the fabric of the couch, so he managed to bring me off twice before he swamped my pussy with his cum. He pulled out, closed his pants, then slapped my ass hard and said, "Go make me dinner, slave!" I was exhausted, but complied. Over dinner, which I served and partook in naked, I told him about my day. He shook his head, and I asked if I had gone too far. "No, my dear, you did not," he said. "I think that I will have to sit down with Amy, however, and work out what we are going to do. At the very least, I want to make sure that Jim is not hurt." "That's a really good idea," I told him, "but not tomorrow night." Then I told him about Becky's invitation and her requirements. He sighed and said, "Life was so much less complicated a few weeks ago!" Then he looked at my naked body, including the cum dripping out of my pussy, and said, "I guess it's worth it! You can do as she asks, but I want to hear details about your night when you get home!" "Yes, sir!" I said, snapping a salute. He laughed as he shook his head, then we cleaned up dinner together and he took me to bed for a nice cuddle. ------- Chapter 12 Amy came to my house late the next afternoon. She was wearing a short skirt and she kissed me when she walked in. "So, did you do it?" she asked. "Do what?" I responded. She lifted her skirt to show me her newly shaved pussy. "Did you shave yours?" she asked. "No," I said, lifting my skirt to show my bush. "My task was not to shave. I was told that since my pussy wasn't my own, it wasn't my decision to make." "Oh, I like that!" Amy said. We got our things and I drove us into the city. I parked in a garage and we walked to the restaurant where we were to meet Becky and company. When we got to the restaurant, Becky, Jamie and Chrissy were at the bar. We went up to them and hugged and kissed each of them. Amy hadn't seen them since the wedding, so she was very happy to see Jamie. I gave Becky a big hug, and I felt like I didn't want to let go. Finally I pulled back and she said, "Don't worry Mom, it does get easier." I smiled, then moved to Jamie and said, "Welcome back. I hope you had a nice time!" "It was great!" she said. "I hear that you had a nice time as well!" Amy gave me a funny look at that; I guess she didn't realize that my love life would be gossip in her daughter's house. Finally I kissed Chrissy on the cheek and gave her a hug. Before she pulled away, she whispered in my ear, "Welcome, Mistress." "I need a drink!" I said. I was driving, so I wouldn't be able to drink much, but one drink at the start of the evening might make things easier. The other girls started arriving, and as they did I got more and more worried, both about what I had to say later, as well as the fact that Amy and I didn't really belong to this crowd. All of them were a good fifteen or twenty years younger than us! I met Joan and Rachel from Becky's office. It surprised me a little, that she was this open about her lifestyle at her workplace, but when I asked her, she assured me that only a very few people knew. Still, going to work each day, knowing that people were looking at you as a slave; I didn't know if I could get used to that. By the time all the people showed up, I realized that they had all been at the wedding. There was Ronnie, wearing a leather collar, who worked at the girl's gym. Jill, whom I had met before, was also in attendance. With Amy and me, we were nine all together, which seemed like a lot of people to spill my secrets to! We stayed at the bar for about ten minutes, then headed in to the restaurant. After we were settled and had placed the order, Jill said, "So before you tell us all about your honeymoon, I need to know. Who was the entertainment for our last Tuesday get together?" I noticed that people around the table were looking at Amy and me. "Who do you think it was?" Becky asked wickedly. "Well, normally when we see someone new for the first time..." Rachel said, and I realized why they were looking at us! They thought that Amy or I had entertained the girls' master while they had a nice dinner out! Becky and Jamie laughed and said, "No, it wasn't either of our moms." After a few seconds pause, she added, "Yet." The table cracked up laughing, but Jill persisted. "So who was it?" Jamie looked at Amy and said, "Don't kill me mom." Amy gave her a funny look, and Jamie continued. "It was Cindy. She actually demanded that we allow it to be her, and against our better judgment, we let her, although, in hindsight, it worked out quite well!" Amy initially looked like she was going to blow up, then she settled down. Jamie was looking at her nervously, so she just shrugged, "I know that Cindy's had sex. I guess, as long as she doesn't give up her college plans to serve him, I can't complain too much!" Jamie actually slumped with relief. Then Becky had to chime in, "That means Master has had all the females in your family except you, Amy!" "Yes, that's true," Amy replied with a smile. "Are you implying something?" "Who, me?" Becky protested innocently. "I would never do that!" Once again, the entire table burst out laughing. "Did she at least have a good time?" Amy asked. "Did she ever!" Jamie replied. "So tell us about the honeymoon!" Joan demanded, and for the next half hour Becky, Jamie and occasionally Chrissy, kept us shocked and entertained with their exploits. When they were done, Becky looked around the table and asked, "Has anything else interesting happened since our last dinner?" Nobody said anything for a minute, and I was just screwing up my courage when Rachel said, "Something happened to me!" "It was at the wedding," she began with a blush. "I told your master that I had told my husband what happens Tuesday night." "You told him everything?" Becky asked. "Everything!" Rachel confirmed. "Including what your master had made me do. And I told him that my husband was OK with it." Rachel's blush seemed to deepen as she continued. "In fact, my husband told me that if listening to your master made me behave the way that it did, I should do whatever he told me to." "Really," Becky said in a very speculative tone of voice. Rachel nodded and continued. "When I told him that, he gave me some instructions. While all of you were mingling at the wedding, I had to remove my panties, then I took my husband up to the master bedroom, flipped my skirt up and had him do me doggy style. And I couldn't clean up afterwards! He also had me give my husband a blowjob in your bathroom after the ceremony." "And your husband knew that you were doing it because he told you to?" Joan asked. Rachel nodded, then said, "But there was more." The whole table begged for details. "When I got home, I stripped, got on my knees, and begged for my husband to do me in the ass." "Whose idea was that?" Jamie asked. "Your master's," Rachel clarified. "Was that your first time?" Amy asked. "Yes," she replied. "How was it?" Jill asked. "It was painful, but I guess I enjoyed it," Rachel said. "My husband certainly did! The two times that I had gotten him off earlier really made him last a long time, too!" "I've always said: Master is a wicked, wicked man!" Becky exclaimed proudly. Rachel's story was discussed for a few minutes, then Becky asked, "Anyone else with a story?" She was looking right at me. "I have one," I said. Becky nodded at me, and I began. "Well, you've all met these girls' master. As Becky has said, he is a wicked, wicked man. He can make a simple comment, and it can change your life." There was nodding from around the table. I fidgeted for a bit before continuing. "When Becky and Jamie broke their news to me and Amy, we were mortified, of course, but eventually we agreed to break it to our husbands. We told our husbands to accept it. Then their master goes and tells our husbands that since we were telling them that they should accept our daughters being slaves, maybe we wanted to see what it would be like." I took a few deep breaths and continued. "Our husbands took us up on that, and while Amy and Jim ended up just playing master and slave, Jake and I took it a little further." "You mean..." Jill exclaimed. I nodded my head. "I've agreed to serve Jake, perhaps not as completely as Becky serves her master, but still..." "Wow, that is so cool!" Rachel said. We all looked at her. "Well, it's not in my husband's nature, but it might be nice if he took more control," she said, blushing. "That's an interesting story, Mom," Becky said with a wicked grin. "So you are now being dominated by Dad?" "Not just Dad," I said. I could see the slightly sick expression on Amy's face, as she realized where I was going with this. "When I submitted to Jake, I guess that my whole demeanor became more submissive," I explained. "There is this real bitch I know that took advantage of that, and started dominating me as well." "Hey!" exclaimed Amy. "OK, maybe not such a complete bitch," I said with a smile towards Amy. "But my best friend did take advantage of me!" Jamie yelled, "Mom!" That surprised me, because I had assumed that Becky had shared everything with Jamie, but apparently she had held something back. "We're just having some fun!" Amy said defensively. "But, but, but!" Jamie stuttered. "But you gave me such a hard time!" "Well, you opened our eyes a little bit," she replied. "Anyway, I haven't really changed that much. I just took advantage of a situation. Claire, on the other hand, changed quite a bit!" Jill shook her hand and said, "He really is a wicked, wicked man. You can't tell by looking. You can't even tell by being with him, until it's too late. You think he's this really nice guy, and then, BAM! All of a sudden, you realize that you are doing things that you never thought you would ever, in a million years, do! How does he do it?" "I don't know," Becky said proudly, "but I hope he never stops!" Everyone laughed, and the conversation turned to other things. I slumped back in my seat, relieved. It wasn't as hard as I thought that it would be. None of these people was judgmental in any way; if anything, they were understanding! I listened to the conversations around me, while I just let the tension leave my body. I glanced at Chrissy, and when she saw that I was looking she gave me an encouraging smile. I smiled back, straightened up, and joined back in the conversation. After dessert, we headed out to a bar. Before we got drinks, Becky said, "Business first, ladies," and led us all to the restroom. There was a lady touching up her makeup at the counter, so Becky asked her, "Excuse me, would you mind taking our picture?" "Sure," the lady replied, taking her camera. Becky had us all line up in a row. "You'll need to take a couple of shots," she told the woman. "First like this." We put our hands around each other's backs and the stranger snapped a picture. We were across from the mirror, so I could see the sight of us all in a row. It was quite a line of nice looking women. "Skirt's up, ladies," Becky said. All the girls, except Amy and me, lifted their skirts to show their naked pussies. The shock on my face was mirrored on Amy's and the lady with the camera. "Come on, Mom," Jamie said. "You have to prove that you followed instructions!" I shook my head and raised my skirt, as did Amy. The camera lady chuckled and took a couple of shots. As we stood there, holding up our skirts, the door opened and three more women entered. I quickly dropped my skirt, though some of the others in my party took their time. We quickly left and went over to the dance floor. We danced and I watched as, one by one, each of the women exposed herself, sometimes more than once. Becky sidled over to me and said, "Your turn, Mom!" "Fine," I said. I thought about how to do it, then I had an idea. My skirt was pretty short, so I hiked it up higher, then went out to the dance floor for a fast number. At the appropriate time, I spun around fast a few times, flinging my skirt up to my waist, showing my ass and pussy to everyone around. After the song was over, I went back to Becky, who congratulated me on a job well done. By the time we were ready to leave, I realized that I'd had a really good time. We all gathered at the entrance for hugs and kisses good bye. "Will you join us again next week?" Becky asked me. "I think I will," I told her. "I had a really good time." "You might want to hear the task before you agree," she said. I looked at her for a minute, then said, "If you can do it, I can do it!" She laughed and kissed me on the mouth. "I'm going to tell Master that you said that," she told me. "It will make him think up something real good for us!" "Me and my big mouth!" I groaned. Amy and I headed back to our car. On the ride home, Amy said, "I can't believe you told everyone about us!" "Well you shaved your pussy!" I countered. "I had to in order to go," she said. "And I had to tell my story in order to go," I told her. "Really?" she said. She thought about it, then said, "I guess that makes sense." She was quiet for a while. Then she said, "Maybe next week, instead of attending the party, you and I should go entertain our son-in-law?" "You are almost as wicked a person as he is!" I exclaimed. But the whole way home, my pussy dripped at the thought. I wonder what Becky would say when I called to make the suggestion, I thought, as I drove home to my Master. Just a few weeks ago, while not a prude, I was certainly conservative. It's amazing how little it takes to make a person convert. ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-05-15 Last Modified: 2005-02-09 / 11:16:54 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------