"Audition 05: Nanette" by CraigOOL

BDSM -- A wanton virgin spy in the house of love

[Author's notes: Warning! This is a BDSM sex story. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are some interracial themes in this story. This story has substantial male/female, female/female, MFM, FFM and group sex sexual contact. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

I'm a spy

In the house of love

I know the dream

That you're dreamin' of

I know the word

That you long to hear

I know your deepest secret fear



"The Spy" -- The Doors, 1970

On Saturday morning, there is a terrible mess to clean up. Not just the massive fuckfest of the night before, with all those partiers who did not have anyone to drive them home. Most slept on the wonderful mattresses of the Group Grope Grotto. A bunch of horny fuckers woke up and tried to start the party all over again. Some succeeded.

No, the real disaster is the massive mess I had just made of my life, adding three new slaves to an already overfull house. We meet in the kitchen, eating cold pizza, and trying to drink cokes or tea or anything but THC infused alcohol. It is the hair of the dog, it has bitten us and it is in our mouths. Or at least it feels like I have dog hair in my mouth.

Tina, Tessa, Deidre, Betsy, Lucy, Rachel, Lisa, Joy, and Gretchen gather with Dustin, Carol, and I to try to sort it out. Lucy offers to give up her bedroom in the Manor to Gretchen, provided she could have the master bedroom in the Four Hills house. Lisa offers to bunk with her to make things easier. Tina, Tessa, Deidre, and Betsy would stay where they were for now.

"Sir, did my service please you last night?" Rachel wants to know.

"You were beyond the standard you set. Flawless. So the question is on the table. What do you want, Rachel?" I offer, as if I do not already know.

"I want to come back. I need to come back. Are there any terms under which you could accept me back? Could I train with Lucy, to learn how to do that flawless switch between Domme and slave, so that I could be yours again?" she begs, nearly in tears.

"Silly girl. You never stopped being mine. You just stopped obeying me, which is unacceptable. Did I just throw you out on the street? No, I gave you a comfortable place to live and time to mature. Looks like that investment paid off. You would have to accept a dis-commendation at our next party, and start your training over. If those terms are acceptable, we need to move you out of your condo." I offer to shrieks of joy and bouncing up and down by Rachel.

"Yes, Yes, YES! Move me Sir, Move me today!" Rachel exclaims as she goes running upstairs to look at the bedrooms.

Joy asks "If I may sir, offering to ease your logistics, I'd be happy to bunk with Rachel."

Tina speaks up "Master, with two houses and an already overburdened schedule, you can't realistically double the number of slaves, even if you can find bedrooms for all of them. Submissives crave attention, and while Deidre has been soaking up yours while I've been taking care of Tessa, Betsy needs seeing to, Master."

Deidre quips "I thought Jordan gives her a good seeing-to several times a week!", to which everybody, including Betsy, laughs.

"Yes, he certainly does that. Hoo-boy! Does he do that!" Betsy quips.

"Where do I order up my in-call stud service?" Lucy quips.

"That's the problem after the damn virus, there just isn't enough good dick to go around." Carol observes.

"Says the woman with her own personal stud muffin and dominant." observes Joy.

"So what if we give Dustin and Carol what they want, what they have been begging me for? Dustin trains to be a fully functional dominant, Carol trains to be a fully submissive hotwife? Win-Win!" I propose.

"My hours are horrendous. That would interfere with everybody, the training schedule, and I would lose my stud muffin to all you hot nubile tight young women." Carol objects.

"Betsy's not that tight. Especially after being with Jordan!' Deidre teases and everybody laughs.

"I resemble that remark." Betsy teases back as she blushes.

"I think you meant resent." Carol offers.

"No, I meant resemble, as in 'looks just like'. Let me know how much you resemble it after having spent so much time last night at Fuck Station Zebra with Jordan's massive cock practically sloshing around in your loose cooze. How tight are you today, Dr. Carol? If I took a mini coke out of the fridge, could you still hold onto it with your twat?" Betsy went after her for correcting her in front of everyone, but everyone still laughs.

"What happens in Four Hills, stays in Four Hills." Carol jokes it off.

Dustin says "Look, I've been trying to get him to give us terms we can live with for months, so out pops this offer, and I'm going to accept it. Carol and I move into the last bedroom closest to the stairs that lead down to the east end of the garage, instead of the ones on the other side that lead down to the kitchen. We can put our house up for sale or rent, whichever makes more sense in the topsy-turvy real estate market. Lucy can train me like his Domme trained him, and there will be at least one dick per house."

"I still want to see if she can hold a mini coke after last night." Deidre laughs.

"C-Cunt, entrance position, naked and kneeling." I order.

"Yes Sir, at once.", Carol responds immediately stripping off her lingerie, which is all she wore to the party in the first place. She assumes the position, her hands in her muff, spreading it open for us, as her thumbs rub her clit. Silence hangs in the air like a dark cloud.

"Aren't you going to order her to do something?" Lisa probes.

"Give the gal a moment or two. She probably likes being submissively displayed in front of all of us. Let her natural lubrication take over." I suggest, as everybody closes in to catch every detail.

Carol's breathing is deepening, being watched so intensely is turning her on like gangbusters. Her nipples stiffen, as does her clit. This is mandatory public masturbation without a time limit, despite the fact she's already had sex with most of the people watching.

"That's enough. C-Cunt, inspection position, Now. Betsy, hand a fresh mini coke can to Dustin." I order.

"Yes Sir, at once." Carol responds, standing with her legs spread shoulder width, hands behind her head, fingers interlaced, back slightly arched to thrust out her breasts.

"Yes Sir, at once" Betsy responds, handing Dustin the can.

"This should be fun." Dustin says as he moves up behind Carol, centering the can in her pussy, flat on his hand, pushing until his hand is flat against her pubic bone.

"Oh FUCK that's cold!" Carol exclaims as her nipples stiffen further.

You can see the exertion on Carol's face as she tries to keep the can inside her, but due to her own lube and a long night of being flogged and fucked by Jordan's Big Black Cock (and Russ's Big White Cock, and Tony's Big White Cock, and Cole's Big White Cock), she simply can't. The can oozes out, then drops to the floor with a resounding 'thunk'.

Insane laughter breaks out, to a beet red faced Carol unable to move, cover her face, or otherwise try to hide her shame.

"She CAN't!" Betsy cries out as she howls in peals of laughter.

People are crying and laughing and crying from laughing so hard.

When things settle down, Gretchen approaches me and asks "Where do I sleep, Sir? In chains in the basement would be fine." in a completely neutral tone.

"I don't have a basement. But I remember you saying on a rug at the foot of my bed would be fine. There is a blue Turkish rug there if you want it." I suggest, for some reason my subconscious tells me I should keep that last bedroom open.

"A place of honor in your bedroom, as befits our long relationship. I accept with gratitude, Sir." Gretchen says as she moves away, then breaks into a huge smile.

* * * * *

It took us most of the day to clean up after the party, then make arrangements to get Rachel moved into the Four Hills house.

When I get back to the house, I know what I want, some quality time with Deidre. I didn't get to be with her or even watch her be with anyone else last night. There has to be something we can do, some hobby, some activity -- so that I can deepen my bond with her. Then it hit me.

"Tina, get me the easels, canvases and brushes. I'll get the projector and the tripod. Plus I need Deidre naked and kneeling at the foot of my bed." I bark out the orders before Tessa has even started the tour for Gretchen to show her the house.

The afternoon light in my bedroom is just right if you don't catch it too late. Time is burning and I have to get everything set up. I dig the Nikon out of the closet, set up the tripod, then remember I needed a step stool from the hall closet last time. I go to the office and get the projector, my laptop, then come back for the stool.

Tina arrives with the art materials, Deidre close behind, then she is quickly in the entrance position at the foot of my bed. I yank down the covers, positioning Deidre on the bed. I then use the quick disconnect cuffs permanently mounted to the bed to tie her down, spread eagle face up. Her bush has come in all thick and luxurious like her hair. I stop to fondle it for a minute, just because I can't resist it's allure.

I position the camera tripod at the middle of the left side of the bed, the step stool behind it. I crank the tripod up to its full height, while tilting the camera down, so I am looking down at the bed from almost up at the height of the top rail, but back several feet towards the armoires. Almost a forty five degree angle down, but I know from experience it perfectly frames the bed.

"Look at me and stick your tongue out, Deidre." I say softly. I climb up the step stool, adjust some things, come down and get between her legs, licking her pussy. I'm waiting for the light to be just right. I only need one picture, but I keep taking them to burn some time. I come back down to lick her pussy, go back up to get another picture. Lick, pic. Lick, pic. They are all great pictures, and great tasty licks. Finally the light is just perfect, her excitement is just perfect, and this is the shot.

So I transfer the pictures to the laptop. Then the tripod has to be taken down so it can be used for the projector. I stop to put lube on a pair of vibrators and fill her cunt and ass. Her body spits them back out. I don't have time for the belt, so I leave them grinding away at the bed frame. I go back to setting up the projector, starting to make small talk.

"Did you have fun last night?" I ask neutrally.

"Best.Night.Ever, except for the night at the warehouse, and the night you brought me home. In the top three I guess, Sir." Deidre gushes.

"So what did you do?" I say as the projector finally comes alive and throws a picture onto the canvas.

"Well, I helped Tina, Tessa, and Betsy set up, then Betsy disappeared. So I had to do her stuff too. Then when guests started arriving, I got some THC Rum, some pre-rolled joints, and went out to catch a buzz. Then I got the munchies and went to scarf down some pizza. The I went to watch the big Tribunal stuff, but I'm so short I had to stand on a barstool to see over everybody. It was really sad what happened with Lucy and Tessa. I hope I never have to be punished like that, Sir." Deidre says as if being tied to a bed and confessing your deepest fear is perfectly normal.

"I don't think you ever will. But the important thing is to love people more than their mistakes." I remind her.

"Fer sure. So then you went upstairs, and a gang of dudes carried Betsy back down. Then we gave Tessa her group grope and I felt like a ball of light is burning inside me from all the love. So I went to the Muff Diner, and did both sides, since there was a shortage of dudes. Betsy took away six dudes by herself at least, and that Dr. Carol chick snuck away with another three of them, ball hogs. That's what they are, ball hogs. But then I saw who they were and what they were packing, and remembered they would have split my little pussy in two, so I wasn't mad at them anymore, Sir." Deidre said in a very conspiratorial tone before she continues her story of the night before.

"So I went upstairs and Tessa was still the center of this massive group grope, but I stuck to it, and got to lick her pussy again. Tina gets so possessive of her sometimes, its like Tessa is her bitch, not yours. So I get into her cunt every chance I get, just to give her a jailbreak for some strange. You know how that is, banging irish broads, then craving a little mexican taco, then some venus on a terminator chassis, then three asians so your dick won't be hungry for a couple hours. Even after a deep dish dive into some hot chocolate. But gotta give you props, that dick can satisfy, even a whole harem of hotties, Sir." Deidre says playfully.

By this point I have pretty faithfully sketched the outline of the scene on the canvas. It is so easy to do, all that is required is to trace the outlines of the objects projected on the canvas, working from left to right. I don't really need all the brushes and paints right now, I'll do that when I'm alone in my office. But I do get the flavored lubes out of the nightstand and several different sized brushes.

"Is that how you see yourself, a slave girl in a harem of hotties?" I say to keep the conversation moving.

"No Sir. I see myself as the Queen in a harem of hotties. Since Tina is taking care of Tessa so much, she isn't really your Queen anymore, at least in a physical sense. I'm the one who is in your bed almost every night. But we all knew that would happen the first night you brought me home, Sir." Deidre shares a novel perspective which I needed to learn from, about what is going on in my own house.

"Thank you for sharing that. So what did you do when you came back downstairs?" I ask with curiosity of what she would choose when left to her own devices.

"I went back to the Road to Glory, but it had turned into Geriatric city. I still did a couple geezers just to take one for the team, plus I was so starved for dick and you said we could do whoever we wanted and cum as much as we wanted. Lisa and Joy were having fun with Lucy and Rachel. So I went over to the Fuck Station Zebra, and Dustin was there. He gave me a nice righteous tuneup with the belt, plus enough dick to knock my cravings back for an hour or so. I smoked a couple of joints, I really miss doing that since there is no smoking in the house. I grabbed my THC Rum and a mini coke, chugged it, and got seriously fucked up. Nearly fell into the pool. The pit pythons scared me with their big dicks when they came after me and I ran the fuck out of there as fast as I could, Sir." Deidre confesses.

"I'm glad you didn't get your pussy all stretched out. I like it being so nice and tight." I soothe as I pick up a set of brushes, and my 'paints' -- the flavored lubes we keep in the nightstand.

"Yeah, don't want coke cans falling out of my twat! What are you doing, Sir, if I may ask?" Deidre doesn't understand what flavored lubricants have to do with painting.

"As I said when we started, I am painting you. I hope it will come out decent enough to be mounted. Neon Coyote Edge. Would you like to be mounted, Deidre?" I playfully tease.

"Oh God, Sir, that makes my nipples so rock hard, makes my pussy all full and throbbing and wet, my clit standing at attention. Thank you Sir! Yes, of course, I crave to be mounted by you, Sir." Deidre says as she smiles at me.

"Don't thank me yet. But continue with your story. You escaped the grasp of the pit pythons, but almost fell into the pool. What happened after that?" I object as I ask her to continue.

"The Group Grope Grotto was pretty much off limits because the pythons were writhing all over Betsy, and you know I'd have to give her some oral relief. That would lead to me being at the bottom of the pile while getting my cylinder overbored by the huge schlongs. The only reason I know that is they set up a voyeur station where you could watch with goggles, every five minutes a new point for charity. Heard we beat your projections by over fifty percent. Nothing quite like betting that people want to fuck." Deidre teases as she wriggles. Just to cure her of that I take the household four inch wide paint brush and run it lightly down the sides of her ribcage to watch her shake her boobs at me. She's very ticklish there.

"E-e-eeeee!" Deidre cries out.

"Now stop wriggling wiggle worm, or you will find out what being tickled to orgasm over and over feels like." I promise.

"I got so turned on watching everybody getting it on together I was rubbing one out right in front of everybody. It was a big one too, I could tell it would be a squirter. So I put my hands behind my back, pretending I was cuffed, and walked away. I got some pizza, then heard some loud grunting, with cries of 'Fuck Me Harder!' from Fuck Station Zebra. So I went to investigate, Sir." Deidre says as she tries to figure out what I am doing.

"So I check in, and Dr. Carol is just getting wailed on by Jordan with a belt, as he fucks her with that monster cock, like three mini coke cans stacked on each other with a plum on top and skin on the sides. I stood there watching him fuck her hard for over ten minutes, rubbing my pussy and cumming hard the whole time. She was cumming and squirting the entire time too. I made another THC rum and coke, got woozy, and decided to go upstairs to rest in one of the bedrooms. Not my brightest idea, but the best I had at the time, Sir." Deidre says as I lay down on the bed and start licking her pussy, very lightly, mostly teasing her puffy dark pussy lips and the tip of her clit.

"Oh Thank you, Sir! I love when you lick my pussy! Your intimate kisses tell me I am worthy, I am loved. I crave it, Sir!" Deidre says in sheer joy.

"Both of those things are always true, a tautology. Please continue. I am eager to hear more." I say softly, with licks in between words.

"So when I get to the couples room, it is crowded, and you would think it is the Seattle Fish market. Nothing but a sea of poon. But I'm a poon friendly kind of girl, So I grab a single woman waiting for a poon date, lay her down on the bed, and go to work on making her the happiest poon on Earth. By this time, all my experiences with Betsy, Tina, Rachel and Lucy -- not to mention my long trysts with Tessa have made me like a poon licking goddess or something, Sir." Deidre snickers.

"I ate her until she passed out. I did that three more times, with three different women. Finally the fourth one stayed awake, asking me if I would like some dick. I told her if it was Monster cock, I'm out of there. She tells me he's just a little larger than normal guy she loves with all her heart, Sir. Like I love you, Sir." Deidre gets a little emotional at the end.

"So we go back downstairs to find her guy, having a THC IPA beer and a slice of the deep dish pizza on the kitchen/den bar. His name is Jimmy. Older dude, maybe even older than you, still keeps himself up, classy. We all three rub and kiss on each other, as he lights up whenever he looks at her. I didn't realize she had to be a good twenty years older than I am, like one of those trophy wives that never stops being able to play the part of a head cheerleader. Dark hair, good set of D cups. I don't know if it was the THC rum talking, but I told him I could eat her sweet pussy forever. He laughs and says it isn't my buzz. She is, and always has been, just that tasty. We three run hand in hand in hand up the stairs, almost colliding several times with people going the other way. A little reckless, Sir." Deidre says.
"You left out the part where she told you her name. It's Donna." I say with a grin.

"You know them?" Deidre is shocked that I knew the people I invited to my own party.

"Jimmy and I went to college together. Donna was the head cheerleader, and I do mean head. She spent most of her time at our parties on her knees until I started eating her pussy every time she did, then it was on all fours. I'd already gotten a taste of her pussy, and was addicted. Jimmy still is. She is as old as I am." I say with a grin.

"No.Fucking.Way! No.Fucking.Way.On.Earth!" Deidre strains against her restraints she is shouting so loud.

"Way. Have her show you her driver's license. So you went back up to the what, I'm guessing Threesome City? Then the old geezers put your lights out after a long series of climaxes?" I chuckle.

"Nothing like an older guy that takes care of himself and can still fuck all night with the aid of a little blue pill..." Deidre starts to wander off as I dip the brush in the lube and start painting her vulva.

"Uh...Uh...Uh... Oh Sir, that feels so fucking good! What are you doing to me, so I can beg for it by name!" Deidre cries out.

"We haven't gotten to the good part yet. Wait until I paint your cunthole and clit, you'll really be trying to break your restraints. It is called clit painting, a hobby I have taken up." I say softly, as I drag the thin brush all around the lips to her pussy, using the lubrication to see where I have missed a spot and cover it on the next pass.

"Oh God Sir, you are going to make me cum!" Deidre cries out, as she strains against her restraints again.

"Oh NO YOU WILL NOT, Missy! I am not inside you and you have not been given permission to cum. Remember your safeword if you need a pause to keep from deliberately disobeying me. I will not release you, or stop unless you safeword Red, but I will give you a break so that you don't break your vow to me if you safeword Yellow. You are only a couple of weeks from your collar. It would be a shame to blow it now." I tease in all seriousness.

"That's what I need! Come up here and let me blow you when I get too close. If I focus on you I will last longer. Please Sir!" Deidre pleads.

"If I agree, you will have to take lessons in this every day from Tina, until the day you can handle hours of it with your only focus being I have ordered you not to cum, without any pauses. No collar until you do it. Deal?" I propose to Deidre a way out. Having seen what happens to the deliberately disobedient like Rachel or Tessa, she doesn't want to risk it. But is losing her mind every day worth that bet?

"Please Sir! Kindly give me that chance! I can do better... Oh...Oh...Oh... Fucking Yellow Sir!" Deidre cries out as my cellphone, my private one, not the business one, rings. I had just started painting Deidre's clit, but being on that Neon Coyote Edge of climax, she is about ready to slide over the cliff into orgasms, wide eyed and panting.

"Hello?" I answer, not recognizing the number. Usually I don't even answer those kind of calls. I don't know why I did this time.

"Hello yourself, you big stud! This is Nanette Handler. You used to fuck my mother and cuckold my father, you old pervert! I can't believe this number actually works, it is years old!" Nanette says very happily.

"Don and Virginia's daughter?" I try to make sure I have the right person.

"Yes, that's right. You used to say I was looking like her more and more every day. Before the pandemic we used to go camping together, and I got to swoon at you every week at bowling. Mom always called you a pervert, and you always told her that you were her kind of pervert as you both laughed. The way she told it, you were the only man My Dad would let fuck her, even though she was so bi she shared him with dozens of girlfriends. Well I just wanted you to know I wear her lingerie now, and it fits perfectly." Nan teases me hotly.

"I'm so sorry Nan." I read between the lines and figure out why she wears her Mom's lingerie now.

"My entire family wiped out! All because my Dad worked in that damn plant! My brothers, my sisters, hell, even my Mom's first husband and Dad's first wife! Grandma kept me at the boarding school in Sedona, but they were so stupid over there in Arizona it took her too!" Nan rages at the injustices of a pandemic when stupid people call the shots.

"God I'm sorry, Nan. You took a lot of effort to reach out to me, you must need something really bad. How can I help?" I want to know what to do so I can get back to Deidre.

"It's so fucked up. I never finished high school. I never went to prom. I never got to have my cherry popped. I never got to even suck a dick! But now I have my parents empty house, even though that won't be for very long because of the taxes I owe on it. I can't pay for any of the utilities." Nan sobs, feeling very inadequate.

"If I go to work I will have to put the dick of some old guy I don't even care about, anywhere he wants, just to put food in my mouth. I can't even file my taxes because I don't have a legal owner, so I'm facing ten years in prison getting raped the whole time. Life is hell when nobody wants you." Nan sobs some more, but never pauses long enough for me to say anything in response.

"So in my desperation, I remembered news articles about you. How you hit the big time lottery jackpot. I asked around and heard rumors you take young women to be your sex slaves. So I've had a huge crush on you, since the beginning of when I met you. I'm begging you to take me as your sex slave. You can have my mouth cherry, my cunt cherry, and my ass cherry all in the same night if you want. It will be just like fucking my Mom, except younger and tighter and hotter. Except with no Dad to watch and clean up." Nan says bitterly.

"Nan, I don't do virgins. But given our special relationship, I'll see if I can figure something out. Can you come see me tomorrow for lunch? Do you have enough to get you by until then?" I probe.

"I can do that. But I don't have anything for breakfast, so I'll be hungry." Nan says softly, like she is ashamed.

"Let's make it breakfast at 8 A.M. then, here at the house. You have the address, right?" I suggest.

"I've tried to get there before, but they won't let me in the gate!" Nan is showing the frustration in her voice.

"They will because I will tell them to do so. Some things you will have to obey right from the start, Lingerie or Less, no white panties, no bra that completely blocks the view of your nipples, no panties that completely block the view of your sweet pussy. Do you shave your pussy?" I ask gently.

"I used to do so. I can dig out one of Mom's old razors, I think." Nan tries to accommodate me.

"Don't bother. You may remember when your Mother went from being bald to having hair above her slit, only shaving the lips. That was all me. Don't shave a hair to impress me, it won't. Be aware most of the women here are very bisexual and walk around nude almost all of the time. Speaking of which, do you have any recent scars you might be trying to cover up?" I probe once again.

"I have been really stressed about all this, and craving cutting myself again. I haven't done it yet, all the work and therapy you paid for is still holding. Now that you have agreed to see me, the pressure is off. Not willing to make a bet on what happens if you say no to me." Nan complains bitterly.

"This is kind of a tough time. I have three bedrooms at two houses each of double bunked sex slaves. So in one way, one more makes no difference. In another way, most of them are ready to become fully collared slaves, I need to honor their diligence and commitment to me. I'll talk to them and see how we can make this work for everyone." I promise Nan and realize I might as well have told her to move in. I'm such a powder puff pushover sometimes, especially for hot, pretty young women. A teen version of her Mom? Nuclear fusion hot.

"I'll be at the gate at 8 AM with my best lingerie on. My Mother thanks you, my Father thanks you, my brothers and sisters thank you. Most of all, I thank you for giving me an opportunity to plead my case to you in person." Nan says gratefully.

"Looking forward to seeing you again tomorrow. Bye bye, Nanette." I say with obvious fondness.

"Bye bye, pervert!" Nanette says with a laugh as she hangs up.

"With all due respect Sir, may I ask why you are chasing new poon while the floorboards of the old ship are creaking from the doubling of slaves on board? Plus given that, when can my overheated little pussy can expect to be satisfied? Please Sir, I'm begging for some attention here." Deidre teases.

"Neon Coyote Climax. Neon Coyote Climax. Neon Coyote Climax." I invoke Beetlejuice three times to scare her right off that subject. Deidre begins thrashing and squirting on the bed, as if her body is trying to exorcise the profane incantation.

"With all due respect Sir, she does have a point." Gretchen says as she wraps her thin body around me, whether to comfort me, or herself I may never know. I never even knew she'd been there watching us, listening to us the entire time.

"While this is your bedroom too, I take it this is not purely a comfort call. Finished with the tour?" I am Sherlock Holmes reborn.

"Yes Sir. Tina sent me to get both of you for dinner. In a few minutes." Gretchen says softly as she purrs while rubbing the hair on my chest like she is a Tiger, not a Dragon.

"Edge her three times with your tongue and the brushes, then release her and bring her down to dinner. I need to talk to Tina a few minutes in private." I order as I turn to leave.

Sensing my movements before I complete making them, she releases me from her embrace, naked and kneeling in the entrance position. "It will be done as you have commanded, Sir." Gretchen says in a formal, yet joyful voice.

After I leave, Gretchen starts pinching Deidre's nipples and clit to wake her up. She finally brings her back to consciousness, kissing her full soft lips. This is her first time with Deidre, and she wants them both to enjoy it.

"We have common goals, you and I. You want to be his collared slave. I want you to be his collared slave, so that my daughters can come live with me here. So having you fail because you cannot control yourself would be devastating to both our plans. I will paint your pussy each day, in addition to what Tina teaches you. I will not spare you, but I will leave it up to you to report your climaxes to Sir. I will offer you Tai Chi, of the Dao Yin Bao school each day to help you re-balance your life and gain the self control you need. Do not hesitate to safeword instead of climaxing. Our goal is success, not failure." Gretchen offers.

"Deal." Deidre accepts.

"What I do now, I do because Sir has ordered it." Gretchen says as she bows her head into Deidre's wet snatch, licking so lightly and quickly Deidre barely registers that she is being licked at all.

Gretchen picks up two brushes, using them like chopsticks in each hand to paint Deidre's intimate folds. Her tongue flickers back and forth over Deidre's exposed clit, with enough pressure Deidre knows she is being licked. Both attacks are rapid and incessant, brushes moving to the open drooling channel, tongue flicking to remove the lubrication just painted. Around and around, like the brushes and tongue are fighting for control of each tiny spot where the brushes touch her most sensitive parts. The attack covers anywhere and everywhere in Deidre's snatch.

"Ay-Yi-Yi...." Deidre cries out, then "Yellow, Fucking YELLOW!".

Gretchen gives her a minute, then says "Again."

Dipping the brushes in the spicy lube, Gretchen adds the sensation of heat to the attack, so that Deidre feels like her cunthole is burning and her clit is now a torch. The tongue that comes to put the fire out is enough to have her toes clawing at the edge of the abyss of climax.

"Yellow, Yellow, Yellow!" Deidre cries out.

Gretchen gives her two minutes, until Deidre is no longer panting, then says "Again. Last one for tonight."

Gretchen dips the brushes in the sea salt caramel and crème brulee. They are soft and soothing, two flavors she cannot get enough of, so she makes love to them with her mouth. Which means she is also making love to Deidre, and Deidre's pussy. It is one of those attacks which you don't see coming, slowly yet gently climbing in arousal. Deidre is staring down at the abyss and there is no ground beneath her.

Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Gretchen slaps her hand down hard on Deidre's pussy. The pussy spanks are hard, and such a disconnect from the slow, loving cunnilingus that it leaves Deidre blinking, like being run over by a train and finding out you are still alive.

Gretchen unfastens Deidre and says, "Tomorrow we have a guest and must attend to her as Sir commands. After that we will do Tai Chi in the back yard. There is a black Chinese style Gi in your closet in your size. Betsy, Tina, and Tessa each have one as well, should they wish to join us. Sir will suspect nothing if it is not just you and I, so use your influence on your friends to join us. Your future depends on it. Now come to dinner, we are late."

* * * * *

"Master, I don't think you get it. You can't just keep adding slaves. You have doubled the number of slaves in the past month, and are about to double them again. We don't have the logistics in place to handle that, in two houses fifteen minutes apart, with a substitute dominant who isn't even trained. Plus we have a wild mix of women at such different points in their training. Tessa and Lucy could probably test out if there was such a thing, but that would make a mockery of their dis-commendations. Lisa and Joy need you, not Lucy and Rachel. God knows what kind of schedule Carol will be on. It's a dogs breakfast, Master." Tina objects.

"Yes, well, like any good batter, we have to hit what's pitched. I cannot leave Nanette on the street, nor can I let her legal troubles mount. I don't even know if she is slave material, other than having a history of self harm, which screams pain slut by the way, not my favorite. She has been self educating through porn, but she's a total three hole virgin for God sake! But if she is anything even close to her mother, it would be an act of mercy to kill me after I sleep with her, because I will be addicted to her for life. Yet I can say that about every single one of my slaves. Especially you, Tina." I babble. I do that well.

"Thank you Master, but that begs the question, how do we properly de-virginize Nanette without making her feel ignored, and yet preserve you being her one and only male owner?" Tina ponders the imponderable.

DING! The oven timer alerts us to fresh hot food.

We eat in the formal dining room, the only place with enough seats for us all to be together. We give thanks for the blessings of food and being together. Lucy is done moving out, all she needs is transportation. She asks if she can take the 1995 Porsche 928 GTS dual turbo Targa B&B conversion, a car that was between 250K and 500K$ new. I picked it up at auction for 60K$ and spent another 10K$ on a new paint job and replacement leather interior. Deidre doesn't know all that, just that it is some old Porsche that Lucy drove that runs like a raped ape and corners like it is on rails with the extra wide tires.

"Deidre, my dear, would you be willing to give Lucy back the old Porsche, in return for a brand new Porsche Cayenne SUV?" I ask her, hoping to avoid a row with Lucy.

"Sure. Cool!" Deidre looks like a child who found an extra present with her name on it under the Christmas tree.

"You won't get it until you get your collar." I warn her, finding a delicious irony in the fact that the submissive who bailed out after she got her car before she got her collar is the reason the woman who took that car from her has to give it back and wait for her own.

"Yeah, I kinda expected that." Deidre says, just a little disappointed.

We all play in the hot tub, then it is Tina's night to be whipped by Deidre and hung like a painting at the end of my bed. I hear her cry out, screams echoing in the atrium. Deidre is doing a good job, and Tina is also, by letting her have her screams. We all know from 'Princess Bride' how bad things get when you don't get your scream.

Tessa walks in, elegant and playful, happy. She now is back to full foreplay and extended kissing, usually while Deidre is worshiping my cock. But they change it up tonight, Deidre kissing me with her soft full lips. Incessant, passionate kisses, meant as a distraction.

Tessa is doing the ice cream cone licking of my cock. I don't know if she is trying to get up her nerve, or if she just wants to tease me. This is the first time since the 'Day of the Toad', and if she needs to take it slow -- or even quit altogether -- she has my full blessing.

Whatever was going through her head no longer matters, as she swallows me whole, long full length sucks with that familiar guk-guk-guk sound. Her hand strokes my shaft as I can feel her arm stroking her pussy through the motion on the bed. She is back to giving perfect blowjobs, one hand on her dominant, one hand on his submissive, his cock fully in her mouth.

I reach for the nightstand, but I am pinned down by Deidre's muff. Once Tessa got going, Deidre decides it is muff worship time. So my T-Rex arms are too short. Deidre decides to help out, and gets a pair of nipple clamps, then puts them on herself.

I reach again for the nightstand, and Deidre looks down at me. "Are you sure, Sir?", she questions my intent, of adding nipple clamps to Tessa in her fragile state. I don't think she is all that fragile anymore, so I'm trying to help her fulfill her hypno programming.

"Mmephes" I say clearly, not willing to give up a second of Deire's sweet muff unless I have to do so.

"OK, Sir, it's your call." Deidre bends over to reach under Tessa and apply the nipple clamps, giving a light tug.

Tessa pops her mouth off my cock at the top of a stroke to say "Harder.", then swirls my tip with her tongue as she strokes my shaft.

Deidre does as she says, pulling the chain taunt, then giving it a good tug. Gretchen is kissing Tina, who is watching everything in erotic ardor. Gretchen starts alternating between kissing Tina and sucking on her nipples, then teasing those same nipples with her hands when she kisses her.

Tessa again pops her mouth off my cock at the top of a stroke to say "Harder, Bitch! Pull it harder until I cry out!", then goes back to deep throating my cock, fondling my balls. She knows I'm close.

Deidre does as she says, pulling the chain taunt, then giving it a hard yank. "Mungh-ungh-ungh-ungh" Tessa cries out around my cock as she spasms in orgasm. I am right there with her. I spurt, and spurt, and spurt, and spurt, over and over until my balls are completely drained and still my balls try to pump, which is rather painful.

Tessa lays down after blowing me to kingdom cum, as Deidre also lays down. Deidre starts making love to Tessa with her mouth, soft and sensual and erotic, the kind of all day pussy licking only the most intimate of female lovers share. I eat Deidre out, feasting on the same snatch I painted this afternoon.

I eventually slow down, joining the more intimate vibe, as I realize Tessa is slowly sucking my cock. She used to enjoy this slow, tender, loving cock sucking for hours, especially when Tina was making love to her like Deidre is now. I look up to see Tina crying happy tears of joy, seeing her friend and lover making great strides to being whole again. I return to trying to please Deidre as long as I am conscious, but realize I am already fading. I will be dreaming soon.

Lucy is already gone, unable to face me without crying. I curse my black heart for making her leave my side - again. I promise to win her back, somehow, if only to give myself a chance to find out if she truly is my life partner. Perhaps my dreams tonight will hold the answer.
* * * * *

The 7 A.M. alarm is rude, a klaxon worthy of a battleship, loud enough to wake the dead. Tessa is riding my face as Deidre rides my hard cock. I have no idea how it got that way, probably attacked by mouth monsters in my sleep. I caress Tessa's full globes as she rides my tongue, making cooing sounds punctuated by ugnh-ugnh-ugnh grunts. Deidre has her own uh-uh-uh grunts as she rides me, her tight channel gripping me in delicious spasms of her sugar walls. It is 7:30 before we all finish. It is only then I notice Gretchen has taken the belt off of Tina and is feasting on Tina's sweet snatch. Well she certainly knows how to make friends. I think her new nickname should be 'Paint Licker', without even knowing of her deal with Deidre.

I shower and shave (aided?) with four women each taking an appendage to wash, five people in a four person shower. Surprisingly one appendage stubbornly refuses to get clean, requiring each to clean it with their mouth as best they can. I pull away in time to let my excitement subside so as not to greet my guest with a raging hard-on. I dress in black slacks and an open black shirt, something I know will be familiar to Nanette from bowling.

Nanette will be parking in the circular drive, so we all gather in the foyer. I'm in the back, with Tina, Deidre, Betsy, Gretchen, and Tessa from my right to my left. They are all naked except for Tina, in her formal platinum collar and black lace one piece teddy. The doorbell rings and Tessa rises to go answer it.

"Welcome, honored guest. I am Tessa, servant to Sir. May I know your name?" Tessa introduces herself politely. Her eyes flash wide as she takes in the beauty of the young woman stepping through the door.

"I am Nanette Handler, and I am here to seduce the pervert you serve." Nan teases, as she glances from face to face after dramatically taking off her sunglasses. Just like her mother, she does know how to make an entrance.

If Betsy is a cow, then Nanette is a gazelle. Betsy isn't much of a cow anymore, her tummy flattened by the Resveratrol and exercise, the breasts which used to point at the floor now pointing straight out thanks to the hormone replacement therapy. Now that she is permanently an eight plus, Betsy is still jealous of Nanette, With good reason.

Nanette inherited her mother's looks, almost an exotic angular face, which is slightly softer due to her youth. Dark hair, parted on the side, with waves down to the shoulder, a hair style her mother used to wear because it never goes out of style. Carly Simon size four dick mouth with ruby red lips. It is a crime those lips have never tasted cock. Dark eyes with green flecks that flash with mischief which dart back and forth, taking in everything.

Slender limbs with graceful motion, she glides wherever she moves. Two tight ass cheeks like a basketball is cut in half and painted flesh to become the cheeks of her ass. A perfect thigh gap, begging a hand to fit into her cunt even when her legs are closed. It is a crime that ass has never tasted cock. It is another crime that the pussy revealed has never chewed on a dick. I must reform this criminal.

The makeup is full Texas doll mask, like Virginia wore to go out. Smoky eye shadow and light blush with rouge. The red lace dress, a babydoll lace chemise in 'officer give me a ticket' red, even has its own red lace collar. You can see her pale nipples through the lace, and the dark fur of a very hairy snatch. Despite that, she is so excited the lips of her pussy have curled into a snarl, displaying the big thumb sized clitoris, ready for the battle between the sexes.

The red lace hem ends an inch after the bottom of her pussy when she is standing up. Sitting down in that dress is like offering the kitty to be petted. I remember the one time her mother wore that outfit for me for that exact reason and my cock instantly gets hard again.

I move forward to greet her, but she is much faster, wrapping her body around me for a long hug. Before the pandemic, it was how we greeted our friends at the bowling league. Men, women -- it did not matter, we were close friends. We hugged, and they were not quick ones, not 'A frame' hugs of polite business associates.

One of the things the pandemic stole that I can never get back is those intimate, affectionate hugs, except for people I'm going to be sexually intimate with, like Nanette. I don't know if she felt my cock, she must have but said nothing.

"You are even more beautiful than your mother." I say loud enough for everyone to hear. I move to turn us to Tessa.

"Nanette, this is Tessa. She is our lowest seniority slave and thus our door greeter. I hope you will be good friends." I try to fight back tears of joy.

"Very nice to meet you Nanette." Tessa shakes her hand and moves back to the line to resume the entrance position.

"Likewise." Nanette says as Tessa is moving away from her.

"Don't acknowledge them individually. For now, you are a guest and they are house slaves. You would not acknowledge the chair over there against the wall. They are exactly like that, furniture, property that belongs to the house, and to me." I instruct her.

"But they are people!" Nanette objects, in a firm voice.

"They are indeed people, very wonderful people. But each one of them has chosen to be my slave. They give up some things to do that, and they gain some things by doing that. One of those things is called protocol, and different dominants do that different ways. You must learn mine. That is a much deeper conversation than we have time for right now." as I take a moment to instruct her how to be a proper guest in my house.

"Nanette, this is Gretchen, she and her daughters, who are about your age, just joined us last night, even though her relationship as my slave predates your birth. Her daughters are at another house I own, with another set of slaves in partnership with another dominant. Gretchen does not have a bed, but sleeps on the floor at the foot of my bed, unless you wish to invite her to yours." I try to explain without explaining.

"Very nice to meet you Nanette." Gretchen quickly shakes her hand and returns to the line.

"This is Betsy. She is next in seniority above Gretchen. She and Deidre were lovers, and they will soon qualify for their own collars. Betsy is an accomplished gangbang queen, with multimillionaires swooning at her feet. She will be your blowjob training thrall, should you decide to remain here as my slave." I explain.

"Very..." Betsy starts to say.

"I've already decided." Nanette says quickly, talking over Betsy.

"And I haven't. It takes a meeting of the minds to have a contract, and you don't know my terms, so there is no way your consent is binding. And believe me, you will be bound. As you were going to say before you were cut off, Betsy?" I take my own power of consent back.

"Very nice to meet you Nanette." Betsy slowly shakes her hand while fingering Nanette's palm, in the so called 'lesbian handshake', and then returns to the line.

"This is Deidre, our hot chocolate bondage bunny. She is due to be collared in the next couple of weeks. She and Betsy have the bedroom next to mine. One of these days, I will have her show you the ropes. In the meantime, she will be your pussy eating training thrall, should you decide to remain here as my slave." I explain.

"I don't need to be trained how to eat pussy. I know how to eat pussy." Nanette objects.

"Sir, If I may demonstrate?" Deidre asks for permission.

"You may if Nanette agrees. Two minute drill." I say happily.

"Why not? Do your best, pussy licker. Eat my cunt in front of everybody." Nanette says with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Deidre lifts up the hem of the dress, pulling it up in the front and the back to Nanette's waist, then digs her claws into the tight ass of the teen (who only qualifies for that label because she is still nineteen for another month). Deidre goes directly to sucking and licking Nan's clit, while sliding her hands up under the dress to fondle her breasts, twisting and pinching her nipples. Then Deidre sands the nipples so very lightly with her open palms, teasing them with the light contact.

Her tongue goes on the offense into the tight cooze, plunging deeply, drilling for oils. Licking up and down Nan's slit with her agile tongue, she feasts on the pussy laid bare before her. Sucking on the clit, she begins humming the 'Mission Impossible Theme' as her claws return to the ass to try to puncture those basketball globes. This causes Nan to thrust her hips forward, arching her back, and the first wave of orgasms crashes through her.

Deidre has plenty of time left, so she goes to collect the oil gusher spewing out of Nan's channel, making sure to tease every millimeter of the opening to her cunt with her stiff tongue. Nan's pussy walls are clenching as waves of spasms ripple through her. Deidre goes back to full length of the slit with flat tongue, rasping the full length of that tongue across Nan's clit tip.

Deidre's lips close in, for more humming, this time to 'Yellow Submarine', as she sucks on Nan's clit. Then the basketball puncture test is over with a thumb sliding up inside Nan's wet channel as the other presents a knuckle to first rim her rosebud, then augur into it. Cue the second wave of orgasms.

At this point Deidre is repeating the pussy to pussy interrogation of Rachel, moving from technique to technique so quickly that Nan can barely respond to one before another is attacking her. The thumb inside Nan's channel should be emitting smoke from the high speed friction, but there is way too much lube for that to happen. Another thumb is plunging in and out of Nan's ass, making her ass muscles shake and toes curl in response. Deidre stands up as her left hand pops out of Nan's ass, and her right hand fingers curl to finger Nan's clit, taking a victory lap directly from Nan's mouth as she kisses her. Cue the third wave of orgasms.

Deidre's right hand goes up inside Nan's sweet pussy, hunting for a G-spot. The rubbing and licking begins, as the left hand returns to thumb probe Nan's ass. Humming on the clit again, this time to "Don't Worry, Be Happy!", Deidre increases the pressure all around.

The suction is stronger. The thumb pushes harder. The two slim fingers that barely fit inside, over stretching Nan's very tight cunt, press harder on the G-spot with every stroke. The tongue rasps Nan's clit like she is using it to sand her clit off. Cue the forth wave, a squirting, hip thrashing, muscle spasming climax Nan will not soon forget. Her knees buckle and three pairs of arms intervene to make sure her landing on the ornate tile floor is a soft one.

"God bless! You are willing to teach me how to do that to you?" Nan looks up, eyes still a little glassy from the intense climaxes and not quite able to fully focus just yet.

"With lots and lots of practice with everyone here. Except Sir, he's no pussy." Deidre teases.

"Thanks for clearing that up for us, Deidre." I chuckle.

"Oh, by the way Nanette, it is very nice to eat you." Deidre teases.

"There are limits." I say sternly, looking at Deidre.

"My apologies Sir. It is very nice to meet you, Nanette." Deidre does it properly this time.

There is a small pool of girl cum on the floor, and I literally have to hold on to Tina to keep her from going to get whatever she was going to go get to clean the mess up. I give her a very hard look and she moves right by my side, back in place. We help Nanette to her feet.

"This is Tina, Mistress of the house, my collared service slut. As you can see from her jewel encrusted platinum collar, she is greatly beloved by all of us, especially me. Your questions go to her first, unless she cannot answer them. She is your fuck training thrall. She will teach you to fuck mouth, cunt, and ass, every day." I say like it is a walk in the park on a sunny day.

"She will also whip your tits, ass, and cunt one night per week, then hang you like a painting to watch some of the rest of us have sex together while you soak up the good vibrations (chuckles). You will obey her as you do me, under the penalties of the same punishments. Just remember when your mother had me spank you in front of your whole family. You violated her orders, but I was the one who spanked you. Be polite to her or suffer the consequences." I warn darkly.

"You speak as if she is already one of us, Master. To my knowledge she has not fully consented yet. I know you are eager to taste her. From the glaze and glow on Deidre's face I would be a fool not to be eager as well. But even if I have forgotten my place Master, I must remind you, everything with consent is fine. Everything without consent is rape or abuse." Tina says, bowing her head and stepping back a step.

"A lesser dominant with a lesser slave would be outraged. You have not forgotten your place, and your place is by my side.", I say with a smile as I pull her harshly back to my side.

I continue "Were I wrong it is your job, your duty, your obedience to my own orders that requires you to speak up. You are to be rewarded for that, not punished. Kiss me and remember, while others cannot do what you did, they are not you. Of all the slaves I have ever had, your will to serve me even at your own expense is unequaled."

"My love for you is steadfast and unwavering. I rely on you for so much. Serve me now. Worship me in front of everyone, remember how jealous they all are, and how grateful I am to have you." I say as I gently caress her hair, then take it in my hand, forcing her to her knees. I am literally claiming her again in front of everyone, while praising her in front of everyone. Nuclear fusion hot for a service slut.

Tina is frantic to get my cock out of my pants, and they pool around my ankles with my underwear. I'm still half hard from Deidre's little demonstration with Nanette. Tina makes quite certain that doesn't last very long, stroking firmly on my shaft and sucking forcefully on my tip to get me fully hard, throbbing hard. Then she settles down. This is her victory lap. This is her reward. She is going to make the pleasure last for me, and she is going to make our audience wait.

She tickles around the rim of my glans. She knows I prefer sucking to treating my cock like an ice cream cone, but she also knows small amounts of it are very pleasurable for me. She deep throats my cock, swallowing around my shaft, taking me right to the edge of climax. She chuckles as she pulls back to the tip, stroking my shaft.

She is giving me a perfect blowjob, one hand on her dominant, one hand on his submissive, cock inside her mouth. Tina is, in so many ways, the perfect submissive. Her submission is what she lives for. My being pleased with her is what she lives for. So something like this, being singled out for praise for doing what would have been direct disobedience if I had not ordered her to do it is like manna from heaven to a service slut. She will ride this high for days.

But even service sluts have to do the work they are given to do. I ordered her to service me, and she has done it. My balls are tight, and even her deep throat strokes followed by long strokes of her hands cannot delay the inevitable. As my balls go full walnut, clenched so tight they get little folds in the skin, she pulls back to circle the tip with her tongue while still sucking on me, lips going back and forth over the ridge of the glans on the tip of my cock, like she is begging for my cum, and she is. My balls start pumping, as I spurt into her mouth, again, and again, and again. Perfectionist that she is, she pulls back to show everyone the pool of my cum on her tongue.

Deidre and Betsy move to join into a cum swap, but I motion them back. This honor is Tina's, and Tina's alone. I caress her head as she looks up at me, eyes filled with happy tears, mouth filled with my cum.

"Behold the best service slut ever! A joy to her dominant and all who are lucky enough to know her. You may swallow or store it like a chipmunk in your cheeks now." I say gratefully as Tina closes her mouth. Did she swallow? Odds are not, since she likes to keep it in her mouth as long as she can. Only her hairdresser knows.

"Time for the tour. Are you ready for the three hour tour? It's quite a hike to see all of this place." I tease playfully.

"First things first. Give me a hug, like the ones you used to give my mom." Nanette says with a grin.

I wrap my arms around her, and she sighs.

"No, not like that. Like on the nights you used to fuck her." Nan objects, moving my hands to her bare ass, then adds, "That's how I knew you were fucking her. You used to put your hands on her bare ass, even pulling her dress up to squeeze her cheeks, holding them for a full minute, right in front of my Dad. Nobody does that in front of a rugged outdoors man like my Dad unless they are fucking his wife and he knows all about it." Nanette was very observant of something I did when I thought only Don could see it.

"I take it you want to join our little club of sex fiends?" I offer playfully, as I knead her tight globes.

"I do. With all my heart." Nan says with the shining face of a young woman looking at her first love.

"Then since I have to do this by the book, according to Tina, who is almost never wrong by the way, I want you to be my submissive. That means you have to obey me when I tell you to do something, without hesitation, or you get punished, no matter what it is, no matter how outrageous. I want you to give me your full and complete obedience. This is the Old School ritual. Offer me your wrists, palms up. Do you offer me your wrists, that I may bind you, and keep you safe?" I ask joyfully.

"I do, Sir." Nan responds, blushing.

I take the yarn from my pant's pocket, wrapping the yarn around, and around, and around her wrists. I kiss her again. Her lips, when I close my eyes, feel exactly like her mother's did. Another joy.

"Do you accept my instructions, my corrections, my punishments, that your guilt and shame may be released and you may become closer to the perfection we both seek?" I ask joyfully.

"I do, Sir." Nanette says with a broad smile.

"From this point onward, I will choose, and you will obey. I ask you again, to repeat your understanding. Do you accept my instructions, my corrections, my punishments, that your guilt and shame may be released and you may become closer to the perfection we both seek?" I probe, hoping she has a clue.

"I do, Sir. I accept your commands, your corrections, your punishments, that my guilt and shame may be erased and so that I may become closer to the perfection we both seek!" Nanette answers with happy tears streaming down her face, that four dick mouth in a smile so big she is ready for all four of them right now.

"Ladies, you are released. See you at breakfast." I dismiss my slaves.

"I offer my services as chaperone. You should not be alone with this young virgin lady. Hanky panky will ensue, and then I won't be able to teach her anything." Tina teases, as she locks my arm in hers.

"I'm sure even if he's bad, he will be good." Nanette teases back.

"I've learned to trust Tina in these things. I'll let her conduct the tour, and will await you both in the den." I say as I disentangle myself, watching Tina drag Nanette away by the hand.

I get a cup of coffee from the kitchen, pinon fudge, my favorite, in my big black Pink Floyd mug. I go sit in the den, looking out the window. I see some movement off to my left, over by the hot tub, so I go to the window. Now I can see them clearly. Gretchen is leading Deidre, Betsy, and Tessa in what looks like the Tai Chi forms I know so well. They all have black Chinese style Gi's on, which to uncultured western eyes looks like they are out there in their pajamas. She is a very good, very gentle teacher.
I go back to the gray velour chair near the kitchen end of the den, where I can still see them, yet be comfortable. It seems at the end she has taught them one form, adjusting the breath (Tiao Xi Tu Na), and shown them seven others. They come streaming in, kissing me each one by one as they head for the kitchen, getting breakfast in order.

Years ago, Gretchen wanted 'off the books services' to further Ho's cuckold fetish. So she taught me Dao Yin Bao Jian Gong, a type of Tai Chi, in trade. We did it inside, in the nude. Later, when I was good enough for her not to be embarrassed to be seen with me in public, we went to a park near the University, and would do our forms there. I'm a little out of practice, but decide I will join them tomorrow, since I know Gretchen does her forms every day.

Tina goes apoplectic when she sees them. "Bitches! Naked and kneeling NOW!"

Tina circles around them, trying to compose herself, get back her self control. Then she lays down the law. "You are correct to wear clothing outside before dark. But remember it is a house rule you may not wear anything other than white bikini panties while on your period in this house without Master's direct order. Certainly no set of elegant and fashionable pajamas which completely cover your tits, ass, and twat! This will be recorded for each of you and dealt with on Correction Day. Now take care of those pancakes before they burn! Dismissed."

We sit in the formal dining room , in seniority order, Tina to my right, and on down from there. Nan is shown to the spot between Tessa and Gretchen. The women all cut the food first, so they can put their left hand down to caress their slave sister on the left. No one is on her right to caress Tessa, another incentive for her to do the hard work on her rape and abuse recovery to heal herself as quickly as she can.

At the end of the dinner, Tina goes over to explain that to Nanette, and the fact she is still wearing lingerie after hearing everybody get reamed out for doing so. Since she can't fuck properly yet, she has to sleep in her own bed, or with another slave sister. But she is not allowed to make them cum, or herself. Being an un-fuckable fuckslut has its disadvantages. Tina demands to know if she brought any 'toys' with her, and Nan admits she has a whole duffle bag full of her mom's toys.

Tina takes her to the foyer, puts a wrap dress from the coat tree near the door on her, and sends her out to unload her car, actually her mother's old Jeep. It takes three trips of being stopped at the door by Tina to take the dress off, take the bags or suitcases upstairs, then come back to put the dress on to go get the next load.

Tina comes back, holding Nanette by the hair. And makes her lay across my lap in the velour chair, completely naked. "Haughty bitch wants to wear clothes in the house. Told her I will remind her about that on Correction Day with everybody else. Thought you might like to give her a more gentle introduction to what awaits her." Then Tina marches off.

"So it seems we have some spanking to do." I say happily.

"Like the fireplace spanking?" Nan says happily.

"Like the fireplace spanking." I agree, also happily.

* * * * *

Nanette had broken one of Virginia's rules, probably about having something sharp. Nanette was into self harm, and has scars on her arms to prove it. Razors, knives, whatever worked to make her bleed, to make her feel. Since her previous punishments had not worked, Virginia came up with having me do it. I think she saw the way Nan looked at me, and hoped to kill two birds with one stone. Make Nanette hate me for punishing her, and let Nanette know she was serious about sending her away to boarding school if she would not follow her rules.

I pulled Nanette's skirt up, then bunched her polka dot panties together, dragging them into her crack and pulling them up high enough to have access to her ass cheeks. It was actually more modest than her favorite bikini she tried to wear everywhere, because it made guys eyes pop out of their heads. It has a deep vee of barely quarter cup bra top, with a slightly more than Brazilian string thong showing off her entire bubble butt, and the notch of her crotch.

Virginia made her face the fireplace, putting her hands against the wall so her back is flat, and displaying her ass to the whole family. Virginia spread her legs shoulder width. I spanked her hard, and she screamed. For every scream, Virginia slapped her hard. She took the rest of the blows in stoic silence, but her panties were drenched, her face beet red, and she ran to her room. They ended up having to send her to Sedona anyway, where I helped pay for her treatment.

* * * * *

"There are no panties this time." I say softly.

"Wouldn't have been the first time If I had my way. I know I was too young back then, but I craved being naked over your knee. So this feels right to me. So please, spank me and touch me the way we both want you to do." Nan says, clearly excited by the prospect.

I smack her bottom on each cheek with a level one blow.

"Harder." Nan urges.

I hit each cheek again, in level two blows.

"Harder." Nan urges.

I move up to threes.

"Ooh. That was nice. Harder please." Nan gushes.

I move up to fours.

"Nice! Keep going! Harder please!" Nan urges.

I slip my thumb into her pussy, using index and middle finger to stroke her clit for a minute or two before continuing. I move the intensity up to fives and give her two swats per cheek.

"Fuck, fuck, Fuck! That's good! More please, I beg you!"

I fondle her pointed breasts, noting they are between a C and a D cup. I pinch then twist her nipples to moans, oohs, and ahs, I play with her sweet tight pussy, using a finger to probe for her G-spot and vibrating a fingertip rapidly back and forth on the tip of her clit, getting her to buck her hips. I give her what she wants, I up the intensity to sixes, making sure to cup my hands slightly to give her full contact.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! You're going to make me cum! Oh God that is good! More please, I beg you!" Nan urges me though her tears.

"Stand up and go to face the corner, feet shoulder width, toes touching the wall on each side. Make sure your hands are behind your head, lacing your fingers together. Bend forward until your elbows touch the wall on each side. The spanking will resume in a few minutes." I order and then walk away.

I am concerned that this BDSM virgin has such a high tolerance for pain. Up to sixes and not a single shriek, scream, or non-verbal utterance. Her mom couldn't take threes without shrieking out. I'm going to test her to find out if she is a borderline pain slut, or an actual pain slut. The first I can work with. The second I need to send to someone who can give her what she needs, because I won't.

There is a third possibility, that she really is a service slut, like Tina. She's smart enough. She likes being told to do things. But even service sluts have their pain thresholds. There is a test for that too, and I will use it.

Little did I realize there is a much simpler explanation, also squarely in the service slut domain. Nanette's fireplace spanking taught her she is supposed to take a spanking at whatever level is dished out, and anything other than begging for more would get a very hard slap to the face. Nanette could not bear the thought of me slapping her in the face, of my being displeased with her. She could take anything but that. Her Mom, OK, but not me.

I go to Tina's room, and the play bag is in the closet. I figured with Tessa here, some of her disorganization would show up too, but everything is neat as a pin. I check the bag and what I need is in there. This could even be fun.

I take the bag back and put it by the side of the chair. Tina has it so organized I know where everything is and can just pull them out by feel. I return behind Nanette to pull her away from the wall.

"This position is called the inspection position. When not supported by the wall, you must arch your back a little to thrust you tits out, so the nipples point up a little, not horizontal. When Betsy first came, she looked like she was doing a back bend. We did not do inspection today, but usually we do it right before or right after breakfast. Inspection is to remind you of two things: I have the right to touch you anywhere I want, any way I want; and your body is my property, you are not allowed to abuse your body, but I am." I say as I run my hands over her arms and legs, fondling her very deep pink bordering on red ass. I then fondle her pussy, then her breasts, to short gasps from the touch. Then I lightly caress her face and neck as she melts. This is another form of BDSM foreplay.

"Un-fortunately, your spanking is not over. You may have been trying to be brave, and not cry out. This makes me worry that you in fact you were not suffering, but enjoying the pain. Pain sluts have limits beyond what I am willing to make another human being suffer. That means I would have to send you away to another dominant, who is in fact a sadist. So if you do not cry out, if you continue to be stoic, our future together is over before it even starts." I warn her darkly.

"No, Master, No!..." Nanette cries out as I slap a hand over her mouth.

"Tina is allowed to call me Master, she has earned that privilege by becoming my collared slave. You have not. All slave candidates must use Sir to refer to me until they are collared. This first time will still be a demerit for which you will be held accountable. Ignorance of our laws and customs is no excuse for violating them. You swore an oath to accept my corrections and punishments, not that they would be fair. Arguing only leads to more punishment." I say sternly.

"I am your Man. I make your rules. You obey them, or suffer the consequences, even if you don't know what they are. Trying to talk over me will be dealt with harshly. Talk to Tina and your slut sisters to learn what you need to know. Be kind to them, be gentle with them, except when I have ordered you to do otherwise." I complete my thought.

"You will lay down on your back on my lap, without unclasping your hands, leaving them behind your head. You will then spread you legs, somewhere between shoulder width and doing the splits. Your goal is to give me full and complete access to your pussy, while using a position you will be comfortable in, since we will be here a while. We don't just spank butts, we do tits and pussy's too." I say as I sit down in that plush velour chair.

"Remain silent unless I strike you. No sentences, no essays. Try to express what your body is feeling without using common words. Cursing at me will be dealt with harshly. You body is mine to do with as I please. Let's get your misbehavior out of the way, so that we can move on to more pleasurable activity." I urge.

"Let's begin." I say as I reach into the bag to pull out a wooden ruler, measure out a four, then smash it down into her left nipple twice, and then the right nipple twice.

"Yeow! Motherfucker!" Nanette cries out.

I laugh as I say "Technically true. But I warned you not to curse at me." I say as I reach into the bag, pulling out two sets of clover nipple clamps. I clamp them on her breasts and yank them up -- hard.

"OW, goddammit!" Nanette cries out.

So I take the second set and clamp her thick labia, yanking up hard as I say "I can do this all night. Every curse pays a heavier penalty. Don't test me little girl. You could be getting worse at the hands of someone who does not love you like I do if you have a temper tantrum and run away. Your mother knew the truth, that a strong woman needs a stronger man. For years it was your Dad, then it was me. You are going to have to be strong. I promise I will not do anything to you that you cannot take."

Nanette sobs and moans through tears.

"Luckily, we are done with your fantastic tits. Now to your mouth watering, multi-orgasmic pussy." I say happily.

I take out the slapper, which makes a lot of noise, but has much less real impact than most of the other instruments. But since I planned to play with that very pussy in a few minutes, I wanted to stay on the light side. I lightly pull on the nipple clamps, and the labia clamps, to low moans from Nanette.

Setting the slapper at about threes, I give several blows in a row without pausing. Kablam! Kablam! Kablam! Kablam! The blows are so loud they echo in the Atrium.

"Eyagh!" Nanette cries out, even though the blows to her teats were much more savage. The slapper spreads out the blow so it is taken mostly by the lips. I'm almost giddy with excitement. This wonderful woman is not a pain slut, she is a hard core service slut, who experiences her pain through the lens of what she thinks her dominant expects her to feel. There is only one test left, the pain slut test, and I am loathe to inflict it on her. Given what she's just been through, it is almost Dom malpractice. I should just go with the aftercare.

In my mind, I see myself striking her twice with the quirt, once on each butt cheek, in fours. The knots and cords leave welts and she screams, turning to look at me with eyes full of pain, but she does not climax. Yet I can see inside she is broken, no one who loves her could hurt her like that. I will never get her back from that.

My hand reaches into the bag, and out comes the coconut oil, as I start to caress her pussy, her nipples, then have her roll over to rub her ass until my own ass is soothed in harmony.

I move Nanette to sit in my lap, my half hard cock sticking up in front of her pussy. I pull her head to kiss me, as I caress her teats with my left hand, as I fondle her pussy with my right. She breaks our kiss for just a moment.

"Is it permitted to stroke your cock, Sir?" Nanette asks softly.

"Were you not so perfect, it would have been ordered in a moment or two. Good news, you passed both tests with flying colors. Sorry it was so harsh, but I had to be certain. You are not a pain slut. You will never need to be sent away to be trained by a sadist. You are just like Tina, and one day I expect you to be as good as she is." I say as she starts rubbing my cock.

If I had any doubt about her true nature, the resulting orgasm from the praise would have erased it forever. She is still limp from the intensity of it when I pick her up to lay her down on the arm of the velour chair. I hope Tina had them all Scotch-Guarded, because I'm going to stain it for sure. Nanette's head is nuzzled sideways into the back of the chair, her ass tantalizing at the edge of the front of the arm. I measure that ass with my spread hand, noting my thumb to pinky distance goes all the way across both cheeks. Not even Deidre's tight ass is that small.

Seeing her pussy drool from her climax makes me fully hard again. So I slide my cock in between the velour and her wet pussy lips, the tip of my cock brushing her clit. I slowly start stroking. It would be called dry humping, except it cannot be accurately called that with this much lube.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh God!" Nanette cries out as her clitoris reconnects to her brain, telegraphing messages of cock to cunt contact. I am dry fucking her slowly, not in any hurry to come. She starts to try to get up, and I put my hand onto her ass to press her back down. This results in greater friction on my cock and is not something I can take for very long. So I have to let up, and she relaxes into it, purring with pleasure. I start to pull out, and she reaches back for me.

"Please Sir, I'm so close!" Nanette begs.

So I do the Deidre Special, a thumb up her ass, a finger on her G-spot, a tongue vibrating on the tip of her clit. She is thrashing and squirting right in my face, a new salvo of girl goo (she must have reloaded)."Ungh-Ungh-Ungh-Ungh!" she cries out as she almost falls off the arm as her body goes slack.

"Having fun, Master?" Tina says as she appears behind me.

"Yes, in-dee-dee." I answer playfully.

"There is only one reason you would need that bag instead of all the other sources of instruments in this house. Did you use the quirt on her, Master?" Tina says, wary of the answer.

"I didn't have to do so. She is a service slut, par-excellence, just like you. She thought the slapper was a greater punishment than the ruler, exactly the opposite of a true pain slut. She came when I praised her, not when I struck her. She masked her response to her spanking because she wanted me to keep spanking her, regardless of how much it really hurt." I share my experiences with Nanette with Tina, in a proud Daddy tone of voice.

"What's a quirt?" Nanette says, still foggy from her intense climax.

Tina pulls it out of the bag, holding it at arms length and even then arching her back away from it. "This is a quirt. Pray it never touches your skin."

"It doesn't look that bad." Nanette says as she squints to try to see the evil, but can't.

"It is what Vaqueros -- Mexican Cowboys -- use to flay the hide off of horses and cows that misbehave. God never intended that evil thing to touch human flesh. Even at low levels of intensity, which is what I pray to God that Master was intending to do. The cord and knots will leave welts that last for weeks. No offense intended, Master." Tina notes some of what she said could be misconstrued.

"None taken. Nanette will have Lucy's old room, but she will sleep with you tonight. Tessa has her choice of Nanette's room or my bed. Given the progress she is making, I predict she will share Deidre with me tonight. I predict she and I will be making love tonight, for the first time since before she was raped." I say happily.

"She was raped? Oh my God! How did it happen?" Nanette is instantly curious.

"That is a story for another time, perhaps as we talk each other out of sleep tonight. So how long will you allow her de-virginizing training to go on, Master?" Tina says with a smirk.

"You mean we didn't fuck earlier?" Nanette is confused.

"No dear. The French call it 'Frottage', literally non-penetrative sex by rubbing. My cock was never inside your sweet tight pussy, merely rubbing your slit and clit. As for your question, Tina, no more than a week. By next weekend I intend to take full possession of Nanette's mouth, cunt, and ass." I say happily.

"Is there anything else, Master?" Tina asks, ready to move on.

"Yes, I want a highly detailed series of tasks for Nanette to accomplish, using my tablet. In addition to improving her oral and intercourse skills, I want her to document everything she can about what happens here in the manor, along with her own journal of what she thinks about it. She may take stills and video of anyone, at any time. The big catch is that anyone catching her doing so is entitled to spank her over their lap in front of everyone, but only once per week on Correction Day. Documenting her own activities is exempt from the 'being caught' rule. After reviewing her videos, stills, and daily journals with you, she will upload it to the server. Once I have verified they are securely stored, you will delete them from the tablet." I instruct Tina.

"Will Master grant me permission to use Tessa in instructing Nanette? Will Master grant me permission to use Tessa in devising tasks and/or monitoring Nanette's performance of them?" Tina asks hopefully.

"Of course you may use Tessa as you wish. But tomorrow night you will serve me in my own bed, along with Gretchen. I have two debts to repay." I say firmly.

"As you wish, Master. Do you wish me to inform her?" Tina asks as a formality,

"No, I will tell her myself. Inspection begins again tomorrow at 9AM. Let everyone know." I inform her.

"I shall alert the media, Master." Tina giggles.

"Now quit tormenting me, witch, and take your new slut slave sister with you. She has too many questions for me right now, and I have work to do, including a set of hypnos for her. Begone, before I get Betsy to summon her Devil and turn you both into toads!" I tease back playfully
"Is he really serious?" Nanette says as Tina hustles her out of the room.

"Yes, he is really serious, and yes, he can turn us into toads. But it is only his hypnotic hold over us that allows him to do that, not magic. I got a little out of sorts with Betsy for calling him her Devil, when all she meant was she didn't understand hypnosis, but she did understand mischievous magic. That describes the man we love to a T." Tina says as she walks Nanette into the kitchen to begin preparing another dinner for eight.

* * * * *

Carol comes home to the Four Hill house, a tremendous weight lifted from her shoulders. She parks the car in the fourth spot, climbing the east stairs to pop out right next to their bedroom. Forgetting to drop her Doctor satchel in their room, she goes down the kitchen stairs to find everybody ready to eat dinner. The table is back in the dining room, but the living room and den are still exactly how they looked on the night of the party -- minus the signs, which have been taken down everywhere. Well, Rome wasn't built in a day either.

Joy and Lisa are deliciously nude, as Carol remembers she will get a demerit for not undressing in the garage before even climbing the stairs. She quickly strips, noting Rachel's hot hispanic body is also fully exposed. Clothes are power in their world. Few get to wear them in this house. Only Lucy, in her (second? third?) set of leather Dominatrix garb with Dustin in the black slacks and shirt favored by dominants the world over. Those who are naked are the second string slaves, the replacements if one of the Primes gets hurt and cannot play. That is unacceptable to Carol, she has never been anything but first string in her life.

Dustin says "How was your day, babe?"

"I resigned. Over. Finis. Done. They will ship the stuff from my office." Carol says as she picks up her clothes and satchel to go back upstairs.

Dustin says "Can we talk about this?"

Carol answers "What is there to talk about? It is done, non-retractable. Another doctor has been assigned to my rounds and my office. There is no going back. I however, will be right back down for dinner." She marches up the stairs, into their bedroom, puts the satchel in the closet, throwing the clothes on the bed. Then she marches right down.

Lucy looks at everyone, then barks out a command "Slaves, present naked and kneeling!"

Dustin steps forward "We have a slave who has petitioned for re-assignment."

The Chen girls look around, knowing it cannot be them. Rachel is the prime suspect, until both Lucy and Dustin stare at Carol.

"Honey, are you leaving me?" Dustin says with a hurt tone.

"Yes, Sir." Carol says neutrally.

"We have no secrets from each other. Yet we are splitting up?" Dustin says with that hurt tone in his voice.

"No, Sir." Carol answers neutrally.

"Please explain the situation then." Dustin says, rather perplexed.

"I took the Emeritus position today that they offered me six months ago. It is a bump in pay and stable 9 to 5 hours. Strictly teaching. They knew I was burned out after the pandemic, and rather than lose me, they kicked me upstairs. It will be six weeks before my office is ready in the new wing, so I took some of the leave I have accrued." Carol deals with the career part of it before she continues.

"I am going to get my collar in that amount of time. I am going to avoid the potential conflicts of trying to do that under my husband as my dominant. I don't want him giving any less than his all to the submissives he has that are counting on him. I am not leaving him, in fact I expect to see him and make love with him more often in the next six weeks than I have in the past six months, which unfortunately won't be a very hard goal to reach." Carol notes bitterly.

"They still have a half a bed, they added a new slave today, and perhaps that half a bed would vanish tomorrow. I will bunk with her. To do so I need the approval of both dominants of this house, Lucy and Dustin. When I take my collar, it will be as my husband's first collared slave, forever his bonded Prime. I hope he will also claim others. There seem to be plenty to go around." Carol tries to take as much of the emotion out of her answer as she can.

"Who is the Corvette to tell the owner he cannot drive the Porsche? Well in this house, the Porsche is mine and you damn well better not be driving it!" Lucy tells a joke just to lighten the mood, but also to provide Dustin a clue as to what the underlying issue is for his wife. Lucy gives Dustin a head nod to follow her into the office, where she shuts the door behind them.

"You had to know this was coming." Lucy says softly.

"No. I had no fucking clue!" Dustin says, more than a little hot under the collar.

"OK, I'll pretend you are a clueless male. How do you think your wife is going to feel about you fucking a bunch of twenty somethings with tight twats less than half her age, right in front of her face, while she has to watch and participate? Much less with a stretched out cooze that can't even grip a coke can? She was humiliated by those younger women, and now her every mistake is to be laughed at by them?" Lucy lets the derision dripping in her voice hang in the air for a moment.

"All of your swinging, except with my dominant, has been in separate rooms, and even then you are both sharing her. You don't understand what same room multiple partner sex involving you fucking other women is going to do to the dynamic of your relationship. She does." Lucy points out.

"When she is trained, when compersion has been drummed into her week after week, it will be different. But right now, she isn't abandoning you. She feels like you are abandoning her in favor of these other women. If you could think rationally, instead of with your dick, you would see that she is doing the only thing she can to save your marriage." Lucy drives the knife point of her argument home.

"This gives you what you want -- access to more women. She gets to be what she wants, your first prime, bonded in a relationship far deeper than any marriage. Her choice is win/win. Are you really going to be a dunderhead, and choose lose/lose?" Lucy demands sternly. Then she opens the door to the office, and marches out back to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, Dustin is standing in front of Carol, still on her knees, when she turns her hands palm up, like she is holding an offering plate in front of her breasts.

"Please, please, please, my lord, my dominant, my lover, my husband, may I suck your cock?" Carol asks hopefully.

"Proceed." Dustin says neutrally.

Carol moves forward, unzipping his pants, unfastening his belt, dropping all of that with his underwear to gather at his feet. She lovingly caresses his balls with both hands while lowering her mouth to his flaccid phallus. One hand, her left, returns to her own crotch, as her right begins tugging on his shaft. Her mouth refuses to let the tip of his cock go, stretching his shaft as it starts to engorge. He likes being the blowjob demonstration dummy.

Dustin grabs Carol's hair, wanting to fuck her face as soon as he is hard enough, to try to re-establish his dominance over her. He is losing his wife when she should be under him, beneath him, dominated by him. He has claimed her, he wants to scream 'Mine' at the top of his lungs, but he does not.

Carol has other plans. Her right hand grips his balls, a visual metaphor for their situation if there ever was one. She tugs on them, so her switching their roles is not lost on Dustin, even while kneeling and sucking she controls him with an iron hand. She will give him pleasure at her pace. She will serve him on her knees gladly, but on her terms. He finally gets it as her hand returns to his shaft, increasing pressure and pace, as her mouth swoops down to deep throat him. Fast rapid strokes from her hand, then her mouth swoops down again, holding him deep in her throat.

Her hands go up to cover his, as she face fucks herself with his cock, and then she is fondling his balls while furiously frigging her clit with the other. He has taken over fucking her face now, as he realizes she is showing them the Dom he needs to be, instead of her husband. He realizes the hashtag WifeIsRight applies to their scene right now. He takes his pleasure from her mouth, and then she is swallowing him, gulping down his sperm like it is manna from heaven as tears of joy stream down her face.

Lucy quips "I haven't seen that much topping from the bottom since I saw my first upside down cake." to laughter from everybody.

Dustin says as he pulls Carol to her feet, "Petition approved. What say you, Mistress L?"

Lucy says "Petition approved. Go with our love, and come back to us. We need you and your love to be whole again."

Hugs, long going away for six months hugs, wrap themselves around her, as the people she barely knows have profound grief at losing her. It shows the house is not yet stable, the dominants are not truly dominating, the trains do not run on time just yet.

As Carol packs up her belongings from the bedroom she and Dustin shared for just a single night, she wonders about her other motivations for leaving him. Just as he has a plethora of poon, Betsy has a magnet in her snatch for monster cocks. Carol has discovered she is quite the size queen, one of her motivations for becoming a vixen in the first place. So there will be access to satisfy that craving that simply would never be allowed under Dustin.

Then there is her addiction to the man who saved her life, the man that she literally owes her life and marriage to, access to Him makes her swoon. Now she will become one of his hypno enslaved submissives, competing for his attention and affection with the best of the best. She asks herself if He asked her to marry Him, would she drop Dustin?

The answer, from deep inside herself, shocks her to her core.

'In a heartbeat.' her core tells her, 'In a heartbeat.'

* * * * *

Tessa and Deidre arrive in my bedroom, walking hand in hand like playful school girls. Tina arrives with Betsy, dragging her by the hair as Betsy can barely walk. Apparently it was quite a tune-up she got, as she is well striped, well marked, and well hickey-ed. Tessa and Deidre look guilty as fuck. There is no way Tina left all those hickeys all over Betsy's ass, thighs, breasts, and neck. Tina hangs her as a painting at the end of my bed and Gretchen is all over Betsy.

"Ummm -- so juicy!" Gretchen cries out over and over as she feasts on Betsy's pussy.

"Please Sir, may I suck and fuck your cock?" Tessa asks, knowing I will catch the fucking right away.

I have been working with her therapist for several weeks, modifying her hypnos to aid in her therapy, reduce her panic attacks, decrease the intensity of her rape trauma memories, and increase the power of her recent sexual intimacy memories. All very gradual but still effective. I also note she didn't say 'with my pussy' or 'with my ass', which indicates she probably want to do both, one tonight and one in the morning. I'm just glad she feels ready to take that step.

Tina eventually gives up waiting for Gretchen to finish and just leaves the belt with two big black vibrators and the nipple vibrators at the end of the bed. Gretchen looks like she is hanging on Betsy's teats as she feasts on Betsy's drenching pussy.

"She is such a loving, giving, woman." Deidre says with distinct fondness as she looks at Gretchen, licking on her BFF's pussy.

"She is quite the pleaser." Tess agrees, as she starts licking and sucking on my cock.

"Gretchen -- don't forget to put the belt on with the vibrators, plus the Magic Wand. Make sure those nipple vibes are on tight, Betsy likes to shake them off when she comes. Put her hypno on before your own. Now ladies, listen very carefully: Neon Coyote Edge." I say just to be sure everybody gets taken care of, as Betsy's eyes snap open and her face looks like she wants to scream but cannot.

Four pairs of breasts swell and have their nipples go super stiff. Four pussies get extra wet and start throbbing in time to match the throbbing of their clits.

Tessa pulls my cock out of her mouth, mounts me cowgirl style, lines my cock up, a slams herself down onto me so hard I'm surprised my hip bones didn't crack. I have to pull Deidre off my face to say the magic incantation, "Ladies, Neon Coyote Climax, Neon Coyote Climax, Neon Coyote Climax."

Deidre is slamming her pussy down on my face as she gushes out a torrent of girl goo. Tessa is gushing too, while looking like she is having a Grand Mal seizure, I know her cunt is crushing the life out of my cock. Betsy is spewing all over Gretchen's face, who cannot lick it up anywhere near fast enough. Gretchen herself is humping the air and squirting like a Bellagio fountain beneath Betsy.

Deidre collapses, then turns her head sideways to take advantage of the opportunity to lick on Tessa's clit as she is still trying to do her slam-dance fucking of my throbbing rock hard cock. Deidre is also trying to wet mop my face with her dripping wet muff, shuddering every time my tongue actually touches her clit as it passes by.

Betsy does finally get that scream out, then collapses like a broken toy. Gretchen finally drains Betsy's fountain of love, and preps her for her night, cranking up the Jordan scale textured cock vibrators to full, lubing them, and gently sliding them into place in her pussy and her ass, which offer little resistance. She sets the Magic Wand vibrator to half speed, getting the diaper on just in time to keep all the vibrators in place. She puts the hypnos in Betsy's ears, chanting 'Fuck, fuck,fuck,fuck.' over and over as she pinches and yanks hard on Betsy's nipples.

When Betsy finally rouses, Gretchen puts the vibrators on Betsy's nipples, put her own earbuds in for her own hypnos, and crashes face first into her soft blue rug, ass in the air offering herself even in her sleep. I wasn't going to give up my first time with Tessa in months to fuck Gretchen, but I damn sure was tempted. It did give me ideas about tomorrow night.

I only last a little longer, while Tessa keeps climaxing over and over. How much of that is me, how much of that is hypnos, and how much of that is Deidre, wiser minds than mine will have to discern. Deidre starts snoring without removing her pussy from my face, and Tessa joins her, flopping down on top of us with my cock still trapped in her. My sleep came quickly, leaving me to dream of making love to Tessa forever while licking Deidre's sweet pussy forever. It is a night of gloriously happy dreams.

* * * * *

Carol is at the swinger's club, drinking alone. None of her favorite boy toys are here, not that she could enjoy them anyhow. No sexual playmates who are not authorized by her dominants. Tonight is mostly a couples night anyway, and the women that look good to her are nowhere near the women available to her back at the Manor. She watches the group sex room for awhile, then chats and drinks with some friends. She is done with drama for today, and doesn't want any more of it.

Tomorrow she auditions to be the vacant slut that fills the vacant slot, so she calls for a Lyft to take her home, to her new home, where the man she craves beyond all others waits to strip her and whip her. There is a small climax that ripples through her body, just with the thought of it.

She uses her handprint and security code at the front door, carefully making her way up the stairs. Glancing at the pile of bodies, she notes both Betsy and Deidre are there, so she happily guesses their bed will be available for tonight. She moves on past that bedroom to check out her new roommate, naked on the bed in the moonlight having kicked off the sheet. So very pretty and so very young. Dustin would love to fuck her she bets. And why shouldn't he? Didn't he deserve every tight pussy in the world he wants, just like she deserves all those big cocks that twist her pussy into a pretzel of climaxes?

She does not know how to make all this work out. But if anybody can, her dominant can. She has an utter, almost un-shakeable faith in him. She goes back to lay on the empty bed. He will know. He will know.