“Well, what do you want to do tonight?” My Master asks Master Robert.
He grins and points to Dawn. “I want to bind that one on the bondage table and play with her, maybe torture her, and then fuck her. How is she at sucking cock?”
“Very good. She’s yours to play with tonight.” I look at Dawn and she looks like she’s going to faint.
“Good! Let’s get started. Slave, climb onto the table and get on your back. Angel,” Master Robert says to me, “bind her to the table.” He’s only allowed to call me Angel; no one calls me My Love except My Master. Dawn climbs onto the table, lies down, and I strap her down, wrists, ankles, waist, and neck. She’s spread eagle. Master Robert comes right up and opens her cunt with his fingers. “Nice clit. Very pretty.” He plunges three fingers into her pussy. “Tight enough.” Next, he grabs her nipples with both hands and starts pulling and twisting. She cries out and shakes. “Good! Sensitive. I like it.” He turns to the chest. “Clamps?”
“Second drawer,” My Master says. While Master Robert roots around in the trunk, My Master tells Princess, “To the horse. I’ll strap you down. My Love, make sure there are plenty of towels in here.” I scurry off to get some and when I come back, My Master has Princess on the horse, strapped down, and is lubing up her ass. He tells her, “Princess, let me know if I’m pleasing you. Feel free to cry out.” The head of his cock presses against her nasty little hole, and the next second he’s pressed all the way into her up to his balls. Hearing her cry out makes me wet.
He stops, buried in her. “My Love, go over there and get that chair. Drag it over here in front of Princess.” I do as I’m told, then look to him for more instructions. “Sit in the chair. Bring your feet up to the edge of the seat and open your legs so I can see your pussy. Then play with yourself while I fuck Princess. I want to watch you come.”
My fingers find my already-swollen node and start to stroke. He adds, “Don’t come until I give you permission,” and I slow my stimulating. I glance over to see Master Robert inserting a variety of things into Dawn’s pussy, moving them around, listening to her groan and cry out, then withdrawing them and trying something else. He takes a break from the probing and puts a pair of clover clamps on her nipples, and she bites her lip to keep from shrieking. Then he goes back to experimenting with her pussy.
My Master is pounding Princess, and it appears she’s enjoying it. I try to remember; I think we’ve all been fucking each other for at least twelve years, so I’m used to it. I’ve never felt threatened by Princess because I know she’s going home with Master Robert at the end of the night. I keep fingering my clit, the need rising in me. My Master is readying for his climax; I can see it in his face. I’ve known him too long. So I pick up the pace around my own clit.
In just a couple of minutes, he grunts to me, “I’m going to come. I want to watch you come too. Get ready.” I watch him thrust a few times, then go stiff and grind into her, so I make myself come, shaking and jerking in the chair. I don’t stop until he says, “You can stop now, My Love.” He stands with his cock deep in Princess and says, “I love this. Two slaves giving themselves to me. You’re both such good slaves.”
“This one is a lot of fun,” Master Robert says, and I look to see that he’s forced a very large butt plug into Dawn’s pussy.
“You do know you’ve got that in the wrong hole,” My Master says with a smirk.
“I like it in there,” he grins and points.
“Are you going to fuck her or just play with her pussy all night?” There’s a certain amount of disgust in My Master’s voice when he asks.
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck her all right,” Master Robert says. I see him go to the chest and pull out a spreader bar from one of the lower drawers. He loosens Dawn’s legs and waist and straps the spreader bar onto her ankles. “Watch this.”
He puts a strap on the eye bolt in the middle of the spreader bar, then walks to the head of the table and pulls upward until her legs are almost even with her head. “Keep your legs straight!” he barks at her. When he gets them where he wants them, he ties the strap to an eye bolt on the head of the bondage so Dawn is bent almost in two at an impossible angle. “NOW I’m going to fuck her!” he laughs, and he climbs up onto the table, then buries his dick in Dawn’s pussy.
She tries to scream, but she’s having trouble breathing in that position. My Master’s cock is still buried in Princess, but he’s stopped to watch this unfold. Master Robert begins a serious fucking of Dawn, and she’s feeling it, I can tell. I know he’s hitting the right spot from her expression, wide-eyed and gasping. We hear him say, “Oh, god, you’re a great fuck,” and then he comes, boring into her and doing the mini-slam, as I call it, deep inside her to milk out the rest of his cum. Then he stops with his dick buried in her and starts stroking her clit.
She’s so constricted that she can’t even speak, and I can see her orgasm building by watching her muscles. When she comes, her legs go stiff and she jerks against the spreader bar’s tether, her belly shaking. He keeps going until she’s frantic and turning kind of blue, and My Master says, “I think you need to undo the tether. She’s having trouble breathing.”
“It’ll make the fuck even better for her,” Master Robert says.
My Master goes to the head of the table and undoes the tether, letting Dawn’s legs down. “Hey! My call!” Master Robert yells out. Dawn is gasping for breath.
“No, mine. This slave is under my care. It’s my responsibility to know when she’s had enough. And she’s had enough.”
Master Robert looks pissed off. “Angel, get over here. I’m going to fuck your ass.” I’m hoping he isn’t going to take his pissed-offedness out on me. He takes me to the wall. “Reach down and grab your ankles.” When I have, he walks me up against the wall and leans me into it with my back against it. “No lube, Angel. Take it,” he says.
He slams into me, and I scream. I wait, hoping My Master will intervene, but he doesn’t. He just watches Master Robert tear into my asshole, pounding like there’s no tomorrow. I have trouble getting used to it, the burning, but eventually I settle into it and take it like a good slave. When he comes in me, he shoves three fingers into my pussy and pumps around, then pulls out and says, “Oh, look at that cum running out of you! I love to look at a pussy or ass I’ve just had. So pretty to see my love lube running out.” Master Robert has always been a little crass.
There’s some hope My Master will call me over to him, but instead Master Robert says, “Angel, go to the bondage table. On your back, knees to your chest. I’m going to fuck your pussy this time.” I do as he says and, in less than a minute, he’s pounding into my sheath, moaning and crying out the whole time. He’s standing, so two or three minutes in he starts to stroke my clit. “I want to see you come, slave. Come for me!” And just like that, my body gives in and I start to jerk and cry out. He keeps stroking me, won’t stop, and I’m almost frantic, my orgasm going on and on, my hands gripping my thighs to keep them tight to my chest. When he finally stops, I look over to see My Master fucking Dawn’s ass with Princess standing astride her while he laps at Princess’s cunt.
I’m so tired that I now don’t care what anyone does to me. When My Master is finished with Dawn and Princess, Master Robert says to me, “How would you like to be a master for a little while?” He takes a double-ended dong out of the chest, puts it in its harness, and tells me, “Put this on.”
When I’ve got one end in me and it’s strapped on, he calls Dawn over. “You’re going to fuck Slave Dawn’s ass,” he tells me, “and you’ll get a fucking in the process. Get to it.”
I go to work fucking Dawn’s ass, with the dildo slamming into my cervix every time I slam into her. I’m having trouble staying upright, the sensations are so intense. We both finally come, and when I look up at My Master, I see a look that says he’s proud to see the two of us fucking each other for Master Robert’s pleasure. But then he surprises me.
“My Love has been at work all
day, and she got up very early this morning. Slave Dawn has worked all day here in the house. I think they’re both tired, and I’m kind of tired too. I think I’m going to have to call it a night for the three of us. But I’ve enjoyed it. Princess,” he says, taking her hand and kissing the back of it, “as always, you are an exceptional fuck and a very good slave. I’ve enjoyed using you for my pleasure this evening. I hope I’ve satisfied you.”
“Oh yes, sir, Master Greg, sir. I’m very satisfied, sir. I enjoy it when you fuck me, sir,” she gushes. I know she’s being honest; Master Robert can be such a dick head.
Princess gets dressed and goodbyes are said all around. Master Robert comes over and tweaks my nipple while he kisses me on the cheek, then goes to Dawn and plunges two fingers into her pussy again as he shoves his tongue into her mouth. I can’t read her expression.
Once they’re gone, My Master turns and looks at both of us. “You two, go to the shower and clean yourselves up. Then get in my bed. I want both of you to sleep there with me tonight.” I don’t care that I’ve got to share his bed with Dawn; I just can’t wait to be in his arms. I’m exhausted.
When we’re cleaned up and in the bed, My Master surprises us: He brought home a box of assorted chocolates! We sit in the bed with him, and he hides the box lid with the names of the candies on it, then makes us guess what each one is before he feeds it to us. I look at Dawn and she at me, and we both grin. My ass and pussy still hurt from Master Robert’s onslaught, but I’m having fun now, and My Master is laughing at us and having fun too.
“Okay, that’s enough! You two will be barfing on me in the night! I need some sleep―I’ve got to go to work in the morning. Slave Dawn, turn out the light, please.” When the light’s out, he spreads out both arms and pulls us to him. I listen to his heartbeat in the dark, then rest my hand on his chest. When I do, I find Dawn’s hand already there and, without thinking, I entwine my fingers with hers. She grips mine, and I hers, and Greg pulls us both tight, but he whispers in my ear, “I love you, Becca. You’re the perfect woman for me.” My heart flutters and flies.
“I love you too, Greg. I’d rather be here with you than anywhere else in the world.” And I mean that.
9
Gloria
You won’t believe what I saw today.
I was over by the Henderson’s house and I just happened to look in the window. And I saw Becca and that woman and you won’t believe this.
They were naked. Together. In the middle of the day.
What in the world? Running around the house naked? Seriously? I can’t wait to tell Russell.
And you know what he says? “Gloria, really, you’ve got to lay off the sauce. You’re going to get arrested for trespassing and being a peeping tom. They’re not naked and, if they are, it’s none of your business. They’re probably just running from the shower to the laundry room. You do it all the time!”
“Not naked I don’t!” He doesn’t take anything I say seriously. So I decide I’ll just keep it up. Eventually I’ll figure it out.
When I see Becca later, I yell out, “Hey, Becca! How’s your sister?”
“Doing okay,” she calls back.
“Is she well enough to be up and running around the house yet?” I ask.
“Sometimes. I’ve gotta get inside, Gloria. Talk to you another time.”
Yeah, she’s up running around the house all right. Naked.
And she looks pretty good naked to have cancer.
10
Becca
“Shit.” I throw down the mail.
“What’s wrong?” Dawn senses something’s going on and gives me a funny look.
“That damn Gloria caught me outside again,” I tell her, “and if I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s peeking in our windows.”
“You really think so?” Dawn asks, looking horrified.
“I don’t know, just the way she was talking. Asked me if you were well enough to be up and running around the house yet.”
Dawn really is horrified now. “Which window would she be looking into?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her, “but I think I know a way to stop her.”
At dinner I tell Greg about our plan. He starts laughing and says, “If you can pull that off, go ahead. Just don’t do it to the UPS guy by mistake!”
So we lay in wait for her. This’ll be good.
We pick a low window and leave the blind up about ten inches. Then we turn the light on in that room. It’s Dawn’s room, so we just make it a habit to stay out of there.
I borrow a closed-circuit camera from a guy at work, and he showed me how to hook it up so I can monitor things on it. I put it out the attic window, pointed right down at the ground under the bedroom window.
So we wait. The three of us take turns watching the monitor. Two nights in a row we see her sneaking over to look in the window. Every night, it’s about nine thirty. The next night, we’re ready for her.
We decide it’ll be Dawn, since I have the tattoo right above my snatch. We put a chair in front of the window. At about nine, Dawn goes in and sits down in the chair naked. And we wait.
Sure enough, at almost nine thirty, I see her coming on the monitor. “Get ready,” I call to Dawn. And when she sees Gloria’s shadow approaching the window, she goes into action.
Dawn pulls her feet up onto the chair so her legs are open, takes her hands, and pulls her slit open. And there it is, in that ten inch gap under the blinds, her open pussy, right there in the window. Greg and I watch and try not to laugh too loudly as we see Gloria on the camera. She comes right up to the window, takes one look, and falls, then jumps up, takes a second look, and runs like hell.
When I’m sure she’s gone, we call out to Dawn, who comes into the room and asks, “Did you get it?”
“Oh my god, did we ever!” Greg laughs. I remind her to run and put the blinds down, and then she comes back into the dining area.
And there it is, on tape. Dawn starts to laugh until she says, “Oh my god, I’m gonna pee myself!” and runs down the hallway to the bathroom. Greg and I are still laughing when she comes back.
“So, do you think that’ll take care of it?” I ask, choking with laughter.
“Oh, I definitely don’t think she’ll be back!” Greg is laughing so hard that he’s wheezing. He throws his arms out and both of us walk into them. “You two are something, you know that? I’m a lucky man!”
We all laugh until we can’t laugh anymore. Finally, Greg says, “Come on. Let’s get ready for bed. That was fun, but I’m exhausted.”
That night, he does something that surprises me, and I’ve known him for more than seventeen years. He invites both of us into the bed, tells us to call him by his name, and we all make love. We don’t fuck; we make love. I’m so happy that I feel like my heart will burst, and Dawn is happy too―I can tell. When we’re all finished, we lie together in the big bed, six legs tangled together, and he kisses both of us on the forehead before we drift off to sleep.
And I sleep better than I have in months.
My Master calls from work and says, “You two need to be ready to go when I get home. We’re going to the club tonight.” I tell Dawn, and she’s really excited.
We dress in the nicest fetwear we’ve got. My Master takes us to dinner before we go to the club, and I have filet mignon and roasted carrots. Dawn has baked chicken with sundried tomatoes and broccoli. My Master has trout, his favorite.
The club is hopping when we get there. We’ve only been there for ten minutes when a gorgeous guy walks up and says, “Hi, Greg! Good to see you!”
“Yeah, same here!” My Master says and stands, then hugs the guy and slaps him on the back. “I’d like for both of you to meet Austin. He’s a college buddy of mine. We just made the connection between us and the club a few weeks ago.”
“Well, aren’t you two lovely?” he smiles. He takes my hand and kisses it, then does the same with Dawn. “I’m guessing this lovely lady with the beautiful si
lver collar is Becca?”
“She is.” My Master beams. “And this is Slave Dawn, our friend. I’ve been training her for awhile now. She’s an excellent slave. Please say hello to my friend, Slave Dawn.”
Never looking up at him, Dawn says demurely, “Hello. It’s nice to meet you, sir.”
“And you as well,” he says. I watch him covertly; he’s very taken with Dawn. He surprises me when he says, “Greg, could you spare a slave for me to scene with tonight?”
“I most certainly can. Slave Dawn, would you like to scene with Master Austin?”
“If it pleases you, sir.” Good girl, I want to yell.
“It would please me greatly. Have you ever been fucked in public?”
“No, sir.”
“Would that be agreeable to you?”
“Whatever your pleasure, sir.” Now I’m really proud of her.
“That would please me greatly. Tonight you belong to my friend, Master Austin. I would like for you to be as agreeable and obedient to him as you would be to me.”
“Yes, sir. I will, sir.” Dawn seems a little uncomfortable.
Master Austin bends down, puts a finger under her chin, and raises her face to him, but she keeps her eyes averted. I feel like a proud mother. “Please look at me, Slave Dawn.”
She looks up into his eyes and I see a flicker of something in hers, something warm and sweet. “Yes, sir?”
“Tonight I will use you for my pleasure, and when the night is over, you’ll be glad. Come with me.” Master Austin reaches up and takes her collar with his hand, and she follows him to a performance area.
When they reach the stage, he whispers something to her. In a flash, she’s naked, her fetwear folded neatly and stacked in a chair. I hear him say, “Slave, present yourself to your master.” She drops and gives him a perfect presentation. He turns to My Master and mouths, Beautiful!
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