Thanks to Thor for Editing.

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Slave managed to get her nipple out of my mouth in the morning and was sucking for her breakfast. Waking to a blowjob has got to be one of the best ways to wake up if my opinion counts. After I dumped my cum down her greedy throat, she made me breakfast. Then she went off the do her morning woman stuff. I gave the house a quick going over to make sure all was ready for company and got the yard work done. By then it was close to noon and I had a lunch date with some buddies.

"I am off to lunch with the guys," I told Slave.

She came to kiss me with one of her micro mini skirts on, topless.

"Isn't Jen supposed to arrive today?" I asked.

"She is, and I am not changing the way I dress for her. I warned her how I dressed at home, and she said she was ok with it," Slave explained.

"Did you check our calender and see when we have time to have Marce and Jake come visit?" I asked Slave "I think Jake was interested in our life style and Marce was too, I think, but was a bit too shy to admit it."

"I will check today," Slave replied.

So I went off and had lunch with the guys and caught up on what had been going on while we were gone. After lunch, the group made a quick stop to check on one of the guys who was recovering from surgery. Then we broke up and I headed home.

I walked into the house, and Slave and Jen were sitting in the livingroom talking. To my surprise, Jen was also topless. I gave Slave a questioning look.

"Jen enjoys being topless, so if it is ok, she will follow my clothing rules while she visits. She was into some light bondage with her ex, so she understands our arrangement. Of course, that was before their divorce; he was cheating on her and had gotten nasty.

"Ok. If she is comfortable then it's fine with me," I replied.

"Jen, welcome," I added. "Slave is a bit of a screamer but I hope we won't disturb you."

I noticed Jen was wearing at least 5" heels and a very short skirt. Her nipples were pierced with very short barbells that had not shown thru her clothes when we met her on our cruise. Her tits were a bit larger than Slave's but stood up nice and perky. Her hair was half way down her back. She had very nice curves and smooth white skin just like Slave's. Jen was 32, a year older then Slave and I. She had gotten a very good settlement in the divorce, enough to live comfortably. Jen asked slave how we were getting along. Slave informed her that we were only children in both families and had sold off some of the family businesses and had managers to run the rest. We only sat in on the board meetings. Also, we had decided on no children as there was a history of genetic defects in both our families, so I'd had a vasectomy a few years ago.

We would have to see how Slave felt comfortable acting with company around. The fact that she was not letting it affect her clothing habits was a good sign, so I sat down next to Slave and patted my lap. Slave scooted up on my lap, offered me her nipple and continued talking to Jen. I ran my hand up the inside of Slave's thigh and she spread her legs wide to give me access to her pussy.

"Did you check our calendar to see when we have a time for Marce and Jake to come visit?" I asked her.

"I have it on the counter in the kitchen along with their phone number so we can call them later when they are home from work," Slave answered.

"Excuse me, Jen. Master, please use my pussy! It needs some attention," Slave continued with an edge of excitement in her voice.

I teased her open pussy, tracing my fingers up and down her slit which was held open by the thigh chains, slowly working my finger into her pussy. Slave shivered and was purring with pleasure. She felt my cock harden against her bottom so she gave me a big smile, stood up, undid my pants freeing my semi hard cock and licked the precum off.

"Witch hole would Master prefer," Slave asked, bending over at the waist and spreading her cheeks with her hands, making it apparent which one she would like me to use.

"Get the lube," I told her.

Slave squealed with delight and gave a shiver of anticipation as she hurried off to retrieve the lube. She was back in a flash already working some into her ass. She gave my hard cock a few more licks, then smeared it with lube and sat down on it, impaling her ass in one motion. Then just sat there and squeezed with her muscles, making a contented purring sound.

"Thank you, Master, it feels so good to have your cock stretching my tight ass," Slave said breathlessly.

I was kissing the back of her neck and squeezing her tits and tugging on her nipples. Not intent on cumming too soon I just enjoyed having my cock massaged in her hot tight ass. Slave was moaning with contented pleasure. I felt the couch move so I glanced over to see Jen had her skirt up around her waist, and her hand was in her panties. I had forgotten she was there.

Slave was still massaging my cock in her ass. I moved one of my hands to her pierced stretched clit, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Slave started panting, turned on from having her clit manipulated and having her ass filled with my cock.

"Master may I cum please," Slave begged, breathing hard with excitement.

"Cum my slutty slave," I said.

Slave screeched like a banshee and shook all over. I let her come down off her high then pushed her onto the floor on her hands and knees and started pounding in and out of her hot tight ass.

"Yesssss Master, fuck my tight slutty ass! I love feeling your cock filling me up so full. Please fuck my ass like I am a bitch in heat. Oh, goddddd does that feel goodddddddddd," Slave said breathlessly pushing back and meeting each of my thrusts.

I started to feel the cum boiling up in my balls so I pulled her back against me by her pierced nipples and pumped my cum deep in her bowels as Slave moaned with pleasure and had another orgasm. As I softened and started to slip out, I shoved the butt plug in.

"Thank you, Master, your slave needed that," Slave said to me.

We heard a mewing noise and turned and saw Jen's head thrown back against the couch, her breathing hard with her skirt bunched up around her waist, hand still in her panties and a very contented glassy eyed look on her face. Then she noticed us looking at her.

"I like to watch," she said breathlessly, eyes still a little glassy.

I went to wash my cock off while Slave talked to Jen. When I came back into the room, they were giggling, and all smiles. Jen had also stripped and was naked, and she and Slave were hugging. I took a good look at Jen and noticed she had a clit barbell piercing.

"Master, Jen I were more than just roommates when we were in college. May I have permission to see if that connection is still there?" Slave asked and then added: "I will still be yours first. I wear your marks, after all."

"I told you I wanted you to keep your friends and still have outside interests. I guess this could fit into that," I told Slave and Jen, with a wink and a crooked smile.

They both squealed with excitement.

"No hiding behind closed doors and you still sleep with me," I told Slave.

"Master, I put myself in bondage every night for you and wouldn't have it any other way," Slave told me.

They started kissing and caressing each other on the couch. I went to get something to drink, uncorked a bottle of wine and poured three glasses, took them into the living room, put theirs on the coffee table and sat in my easy chair with mine to watch. They each took a sip of wine. There were two sets of aroused nipples standing out at attention. I picked up my tablet intending to check my email but the noises they were making were too distracting so I watched the live action instead.

Slave and Jen had gone back to hugging kissing and fondling each other; tentatively at first then more aggressively, until they were a tangle of arms and legs and ended up face to pussy moaning with excited pleasure 'til Jen started to cum screaming out her orgasm. When she come back to earth, she went to work on Slave until she had a shattering orgasm. They were covered with sweat and each other's juices.

"Master, I see you have a problem I need to attend to. I will take care of that while Jen takes her shower. Then would you like you to join me when I take mine?" Slave asked me loud enough so Jen could hear.

Jen went off to the bathroom and we could hear the shower starting.

"Did our little show cause this?" Slave asked innocently as she freed my hard cock from my pants with a devilish smile on her face.

"Jen seems to be a submissive too. Just how kinky were you two in college,?" I asked.

As she climbed into my lap, she slid my hard cock into her dripping pussy and started to ride it for all she was worth. Between panting breaths Slave answered, "We slept together and she was my sub! She had her nipples pierced at my request."

(Aha! I thought to myself. So that's why she accepted my conditions so readily! I wondered what else she hadn't told me about...)

Watching them and thinking about what Slave just told me, had gotten me very excited, so it only took a few minutes before I felt the cum start to boil in my balls.

"Take my cum in your mouth then keep me hard, I want to fuck you some more," I told Slave.

She pulled off, slid onto the floor, took my sloppy cock into her mouth and swallowed me deep. I started to cum as soon as she slid my cock down her throat, then began softening so Slave went into loud, sloppy sucking and got me to come back to attention. Then she mounted my cock again, slowly moving up and down, stopping at the bottom of each stroke to massage my cock with her cunt muscles. Leaning forward, she pushed one of her nipples into my mouth.

"Just sit back and enjoy, Master," Slave said to me in a very sultry voice, keeping the rhythm slow and steady as we both enjoyed the sensations. After about 15 minutes, Slave slowed down so I reached between us and stroked her clit until she started to orgasm. She had nice mellow one and as she came back to earth I told her it was enough, unless she wanted to cum again.

"I am satisfied. In fact my legs feel like Jello," Slave told me.

She made no attempt to get up, just pushed her nipple back into my mouth.

"I will just sit here, and you can enjoy my tits until Jen is finished showering," Slave said in very contented dreamy voice but we were interrupted by Jen clearing her throat to get our attention. She was already done in the shower and had been watching us for a while! Slave sighed as she struggled to stand up. She and I then went off to take a shower together. We washed each other and fooled around some until we were starting to prune, then dried each other off and slipped into robes. Slave made sure her tits were showing and stepped into a pair of her 7" heels. As we walked into the living room, we could smell some delicious odors coming from the kitchen. Jen had started dinner.

I started to get the feeling the two of them had planned the whole thing. Jen was wearing just her heels and a large apron that covered her front from neck to knees so she didn't get grease burns, humming happily as she tossed salad to go along with the pork chops frying in the skillet on the stove.

"Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes," Jen told us.

I went into the dining room to wait while Slave went to help Jen get dinner on the table. Having two mostly nude women around the house would be interesting, I thought to myself as they set the table being openly affectionate to each other while putting out the food. After we had eaten and the women had cleaned up the table and kitchen, we all ended up in the living room and watched some TV. Slave sat in my lap and put her nipple in my mouth while she and Jen chatted and made eyes at each other. After the late news, I told Slave "Bedtime," so we said goodnight to Jen and headed into the bedroom. Slave put on her wrist and ankle cuffs, forced the ball gag between her teeth and buckled the harness tight. Then she crawled into bed lying on her stomach and waited for me to hook her up. I hooked her wrist cuffs together, pulled them up between her shoulder blades and tied them to the back of the ball gag harness. Next, I hooked her ankles together, bent her knees and tied a rope from her ankles also to the ball gag harness. Finally, I pulled just enough tension to pull her head up, pushed her over on her side, got my mouth full of her nipple and pulled the covers up and went to sleep happily sucking on my sleeping aid.

A few days passed. Jen settled into the guest room. She and Slave seemed to have worked out a system to put meals on the table. They were constantly very affectionate with each other but Slave still deferred to my cock. If she noticed it was hard she would ask to take care of it. Of course, having two mostly naked women parading around had my cock at attention a lot, which led to Slave getting a lot of cum snacks and a full ass of cum quite often.

Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I caught Jen eyeing my cock and licking her lips, trying to be inconspicuous. Twice during the week I foud Slave standing over a bound Jen, Jen in the throes of orgasm. Seemed Jen was subservient to Slave.

A few times when Slave was giving me a blowjob, she motioned Jen over and directed her to Slaves pussy, and Jen had meekly complied.

One afternoon after I gave Slave a good face fucking and a nice load of cum in her mouth, she kept trying to get me hard again. Jen was close by watching when Slave reached out an pulled her onto the couch next to me letting my cock slide out of her mouth,

"Jen, put one of your nipples in Master's mouth," Slave said firmly.

Jen meekly but quickly complied, shoving her nipple into my mouth as Slave went back to my cock and made it spring back to life. Jen held my head tightly to her breast not letting me speak. Well, I thought, Slave told her to so I would just go with the flow. I would speak to Slave about it later. The combination of Slave deep throating my cock and Jen feeding me her pierced nipple had my cum boiling away in my balls a few minutes later. When Slave felt my balls tense, she pulled up to take my load in her mouth. Getting up, she showed me her mouth full of cum, then kissed Jen and shared the cum with her.

I had to let go of Jen's nipple when Slave started tangling tongues with her, so I just leaned back and watched them sharing the mouthful of cum.

"Clean Master's cock," Slave barked at Jen.

Jen slid off the couch and sucked my soft cock clean. Then looked at Slave expectantly.

Slave grabbed Jen up in a hug. I was spent after two blow jobs so close together. I lay down on the couch and watched them get each other off for a while til I went to sleep. Slave woke me up,

"Master, dinner is ready," she said.

We sat down and ate in silence, the women all smiles. When we finished, Jen cleared the table and Slave and I went to check our email. When Jen was finished she joined us, sitting next to me, so I was between them. I turned and kissed Slave and they made a sandwich of me. Slave would tangle tongues with me, then reach over me and give Jen a kiss. The whole time they smashed their breasts against me. I was just along for the ride.

A few weeks passed with Slave seeming to be more controlling of Jen. Jen seemed happy and content. Slave had included her in a few more of our love sessions. After a night out for dinner and a movie we stopped at the pub for a drink, The women were extra attentive to me, rubbing their braless pierced tits against me at every opportunity. When we arrived home, Slave attacked my hard cock deepthroating me and taking the load of cum in her mouth, swallowing and then letting Jen lick me clean. I headed to the bedroom with Slave following close behind.

"Master, could Jen sleep with us? She is lonely sleeping by herself," Slave asked.

Thinking that since I had never cheated on Slave, and she was the one asking, I would just see where this led even though we were Master and Slave. I was content with just her, not even thinking about another woman.

"Sure," I answered.

Crawling into bed, the women slid off their minimal clothes and got in. I reached over and pulled Slave over so I could suck on her nipple like I did most nights. She hugged me tight to her chest and I felt the bed move as Jen snuggled up against my back, putting her arm around the both of us.

Waking up I still had Slave's nipple in my mouth, but my cock was receiving some stimulation. It took me a minute to sort it out.

"Good morning Master, enjoy your Slave's nipple while my Slave gets you off," Slave said.

The kinkiness of the situation had me shooting my cum in Jen's mouth very quickly. She hadn't deep throated me, but she didn't let a drop escape as she swallowed my whole load and licked me clean. I let go of Slave's nipple and sat up.

Slave was smiling from ear to ear as the women pulled me out of bed into the shower, washing me and taking turns sucking my hardening cock. Whichever one didn't have my cock in her mouth would place my hands on their breasts. Slave had my cock down her throat as I shot my load of cum into her hungry throat. They then dried me off, and I went back to bed to rest. They were giggling in the bathroom as they took care of their women morning activities. They finished quickly, and Jen went to prepare breakfast. Slave came into the bedroom, lust dripping from her eyes and descended on my cock. Since Jen had come to visit Slave was being more sexually aggressive with me. I had decided to nip that in the bud so I pushed her off.

"Enough," I said firmly.

She pouted, and as she turned away, angry look on her face, I called her back.

She came skulking back and stood in front of me, knowing she was in trouble.

"Get your cuffs, ball gag and rope," I ordered Slave.

She hurried off as fast as she could in the ballet boots to get the things, handed it all to me and stood in front of me. I roughly forced the ball gag into Slave's mouth and buckled the harness tightly.

"Put your cuffs on," I ordered her and she quickly obeyed. I hooked her ankles together, got up, pulled her arms up behind her back between her shoulder blades and hooked her wrists together. I took a piece of rope, made a slipknot and placed it around the base of one breast, pulling it tight. I then wrapped it around the breast four more times, tied it off, put it over her shoulder and thru her wrist bonds, drawing it tight, pulling her arms and the breast up higher. Then I did the same to her other breast. Next, I went to get the 1" nipple stretchers and roughly put them on. Finally, the nasty sharp-toothed alligator nipple clamps. I picked her up roughly and carried her to the corner of the room, telling her that in about 20 minutes, she would be sorry she had shown me an attitude!

I sat down and picked up my iPad to do some surfing and keep an eye on Slave; Jen had watched it all from the kitchen. I noticed her nipples were hard, and she was rubbing her clit. After 15 minutes passed Slave was shaking a bit and moaning.

"Slaves don't give their Master attitude," I told Slave as I gave her ass a couple of hard slaps, then cut her arms loose and unhooked her wrists and ankles but left the ball gag still strapped in tightly. It was mid afternoon already.

"Keep the gag in until dinner," I instructed Slave.

Slave sat down to rest her shaking legs. Jen came out of the kitchen flushed from her orgasm.

"Would you do that to me?" Jen asked me in a breathless voice.

I looked at her, a bit taken aback.

"I love to be tied up. Your Wife-Slave told me how good you are at it and how much she loves it," Jen said to me blushing.

"I will have to talk this over with Slave," I told Jen.
Slave had heard what Jen asked, and she was staring at me. I motioned her to take the gag off. She flexed her jaw a few times.

"Jen and I already talked it over, and I was going to ask to you about it today, but I guess Jen got too turned on to wait," Slave told me.

"So she wants to be my slave too? And you are willing to share? I haven't cheated on you, and I won't touch her without your permission," I told both of them.

They looked at each other with many expressions running across their faces.

"I think I can share with her," Slave said.

"I don't have enough cum to satisfy your appetite. How do you think I am going to have enough to give her some too? " I asked Slave.

"You can fuck Jen, but you have to cum in my mouth unless you are doing her in the ass. And she will only get that when I am satisfied," Slave told Jen and me.

"OK write it down and sign it. I don't want any misunderstandings," I told both of them.

They did it right there in front of me, signed it and handed it to me.

"You may have me tattooed and pierced as you want. I can't deep throat but will try to learn. I would also like to try the ballet boots. My feet are the same size as your wife's we used to wear each other's shoes when we were room mates," Jen said.

"Those boots and heels are her prized possessions. You will have to talk to her about that. They are very painful to stand in and walk in," I told her.

"Come on, Jen, we will put a pair of them on you now. The way I did it was just to wear them until they stopped causing me pain. My feet and legs hurt like hell the first three days, but I loved being taller, and God did I look hot as hell in them," Slave explained to Jen.

So Slave went and got Jen a pair of the 8" Ballet boots, and we worked her feet into them, lacing them up tightly.

"Mistress, I like your pussy lip piercings. Would I be allowed to get the same and some larger barbells for my nipples?" Jen asked Slave.

"Yes, I think you can. I know how much I like mine," Slave answered, looking at me for agreement.

With a determined look on her face, Jen sat while Slave and I got the boots on her. Then we helped Jen stand for the first time, her face twisted in pain. She was taking deep breaths but stood for a few minutes. Slave and I steadied her as she took a few steps, getting a feel for walking in them for the first time.

"Ok, I think I can manage," Jen told us as she staggered around the house. A few tears trickled down her face.

She walked around the house in the ballet boots for about 15 minutes and then sat down.

"Mistress and Master,, do you wish me to wear these boots? I like how tall I am with them on" Jen asked me.

"Yes, if you are going to be my slave, 7" heels or the ballet boots are mandatory footwear," I replied to Jen.

"Then I will wear them from now on," Jen stated.

"We can go to the piercing parlor after dinner to get your larger barbells. The pussy lip piercings might be too much pain in combination with wearing the ballet boots. We will see how you do walking in them," I said to Jen and she nodded her understanding.

Jen and Slave went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. It was interesting to watch them work. Slave was in charge, and Jen deferred to her. Over dinner, we discussed the way the house would run.

After dinner, we got dressed. Slave lent Jen a micro mini skirt, one of her tight halter tops and one of her pink collars. They came out of the bedroom, Slave in pink and Jen in black. Slave had her pink leash clipped to her nose ring and had clipped her black leash to Jen's collar, handing the leashes to me.

"We are ready Master," they said in unison, smiling and holding hands.

I led them out to the car putting Jen in the back seat. Slave got in the front seat with me. I drove to the piercing and tattoo parlor to get Jen her tattoos and piercings. I led them booth into the shop by their leashes. Jen seemed to be managing ok walking. Slave told me Jen was every bit as much of a pain slut as she was and they had talked, and Jen really wanted to join our family. They had discussed what body modification Jen would like first as Slave had got hers in steps. We discussed it and decided to get her the larger barbells for her nipples and the tongue piercing. And then if she was still of the mind to join or family after living as our slave for a few weeks she could get the tattoos and then the pussy lip piercings. We informed Jen of out decision, and she nodded agreement. I got Slave new industrial barbells piercing for each ear and a rook ring piercing. When they were done, I led the two hot women out to the car, one on each side of me. Jen was having a bit of trouble adjusting to walking in the ballet boots but seemed determined to tough it out.

Last stop was the adult toy store to get Slave-Jen her own cuffs, gags, and butt plug. Jen's eyes got real big when she saw the gags but didn't object. She had seen Slave-wife with the ball gag but not the penis gag. I would have to order some nipple stretchers for her too. We would use Slave-wife's at first to see how she responded to them. I had Jen pay for her equipment and then we got into the car to go home Jen let out a big sigh when sat down in the car. The jump from 5" heels to the ballet boots was big.

"Jen, are the ballet boots putting too much strain on your legs?" I asked as I was driving us home. "Maybe you should wear some of Slave-wife's 7" heels to stretch your feet and legs out?"

"Master, I will get used to them. I like the pain," Jen answered. I could hear the pain in her voice.

From what Wife-Slave told me, the first day was the worst. Jen was a trooper. Between the ballet boots and all her new piercings I was sure she was quite sore in a lot of areas. When we arrived home, Jen struggled out of the car and into the house. Slave removed their leashes and hung them up. Jen plopped down on the couch and was rubbing her legs. It was after 10 pm.

"Bedtime, slaves," I said to both of them.

We had not discussed sleeping arrangements; at least, they had not informed me. I got in bed and waited to see what they worked out. Wife-Slave came into the bedroom with Jen-Slave close behind her. Jen-Slave was carrying her stuff from the toy store. Wife-Slave got her cuffs out and put them on and sat on the bed. Jen copied her and sat on the bed too. I guess they were both sleeping with me.

I hooked Wife-Slave's ankles together, then her wrists behind her back, hooked her wrists to her ankles, then pushed her over on her side. She still had the 1" nipple stretchers on so lying on her chest was uncomfortable. With Wife-Slave ready for the night. I turned my attention to Jen.

"Master, can you tie my arms like you did Wife-Slave's this morning?" Jen-Slave asked.

"Are you sure? This will be for all night and that is a very uncomfortable way to be tied for 8 hours," I told her.

"Yes, I am sure," Jen-Slave answered as she handed me the ball gag. "So I don't wake you screaming!"

Jen-Slave opened her mouth wide. I had to force the ball past her teeth, then buckled it in place. I then picked up Wife-Slave's small nipple stretchers and put them on Jen-Slave's nipples. Then I pulled her arms behind her back and up behind her shoulder blades. Next, I hooked her wrists together and tied them to her gag strap with a short piece of rope. Then she lay down on her stomach on the bed and bent her knees. I tied the rope to her ankles, pulled it thru the gag strap and put just a little tension on it as this was the first time I bound her so I didn't know how to read when I had it right.

"Is that tight enough?" I asked Jen-Slave.

Jen shook her head no, so I pulled it tighter, a little at a time until she nodded her head yes. The woman had some serious pain tolerance. Jen-Slaves ankles were drawn past her elbows so she looked like a letter C. I picked her up and laid her on her side, then I crawled between the two women and pulled the cover up over us.

"Suck on Jen's nipples real hard for about 15 minutes each. Jen likes to be bitten but not hard enough to bruise." Wife-Slave informed me.

Jen-Slave's eyes were tearing and went wide when I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking real hard and gnawing on her tit until Wife-Slave tapped me to change nipples so I did the same to her other nipple. When I finished, she was flushed and breathing hard. She screamed her orgasm into the gag, but just a small sound escaped.

"Now Master, reward your Wife-Slave for giving you another slave! Reward me by fucking my throat. When you cum, hold your cock down my throat until I start to pass out. Then suck my nipples real hard tonight," Wife-Slave told me.

Sometimes I wondered who was in charge, but how could I resist? So I scooted up to get my cock lined up with her mouth and fucked her throat hard and fast. On every 5^th stroke, I would hold my cock down her throat until her eyes got big. Then I would pull out and let her take a breath. It didn't take me long to build to orgasm and I shot my cum down her throat straight into her belly, then held my cock down until her eyes started to roll up and then I pulled out. Wife-Slave sucked in a big breath.

"Now take care of my nipples," she demanded.

As I repositioned myself on the bed I checked on Jen-Slave; she was lying limp but breathing easily so I got comfortable with Wife-Slave's nipple and went to sleep. It had been an interesting day! Once during the night, I woke and checked on Jen-Slave. She was wide-eyed and screaming into the gag but was only making a barely audible sound. I got her attention and gave her a questioning look but she shook her head no, so I went back to Slave-wifes other nipple and went back to sleep.

I woke about 8 am and unhooked Wife-Slave's cuffs. Then I turned to undo Jen-Slave. She was wide-eyed and thrashing around; I guessed having an orgasm. I waited until she settled down, then cut the ropes, unhooking the cuffs and prying the ball gag out from between her teeth.

"God, it's been years since I had an orgasm like that," Jen-Slave said breathlessly after flexing her jaw a bit.

"Let's all take a shower. Take care of Jen-Slave's piercings and then one of you can make breakfast," I said to my pair of slaves.

Wife-Slave helped Jen take the ballet boots off. We would have to get her some shower heels if she was serious about wearing the ballet boots. When I was clean to their satisfaction, I got out, dried off and slid into a robe, leaving them in the shower together. They were in there for another 20 minutes giggling and talking, then came out together. Wife-Slave handed me the tube of lube and a butt plug, then headed into the kitchen and left Jen-Slave standing in front of me blushing.

"Mistress says it's time for you to fuck my ass. It hasn't been touched in over two years. Give it a good fucking to start stretching it out," Jen-Slave said as she bent at the waist and grabbed her boot clad ankles. "I like the pain, so you don't have to be easy. Please fuck my ass hard and slap it hard while you are slamming into me!"

So I roughly worked the lube into her tight ass as she smiled up at me from between her legs. When I had worked three fingers into her, I lubed up my cock, lined up and pushed all the way in one motion. Jen-Slave let out a blood curling scream and had an orgasm, I think, because her legs went soft. I held her up and she came around in a few seconds. Then I started slamming into her hard and fast while slapping her ass. I only lasted a few minutes before I shot six streams of cum into her bowels, pulled out and roughly pushed butt plug in, then gave her ass a few more hard swats.

"Thank you, Master for your cum in my ass, and for my swats," Jen-Slave said, still breathless, as I walked to the bathroom to wash up. "Do you wish me to get you a belt? I love to have my ass whipped,"

"Yes, get one from my closet," I told her.

Wife-Slave overheard our conversation and strutted into the living room at the same time Jen-Slave returned with the belt.

"Breakfast is staying warm in the oven. If you are whipping her ass you are whipping mine too," Wife-Slave said as she bent at the waist, grabbed her ankles and presented her ass.

Jen-Slave mirrored her movements after she had handed me the belt. Now I had two very shapely asses to whip. I wound up and hit Wife-Slave first and quickly hit Jen-Slave as well.

"One thank you, master, may I have another but much harder," Wife-Slave and Jen-Slave both replied.

So I laid into the next stroke on them both. They both jerked as the belt hit with a loud crack.

"Two thank you, Master, may we have another," they replied in unison.

So I gave them each ten strokes with the belt. They counted each stroke together. They each had nine welts on their glowing asses.

"May we cum now?" they panted in unison.

"Yes," I answered.

They reached out and rubbed each others clit collapsing onto the floor as they writhed and screamed out their combined pleasure.

"Let's eat," I said to both of them.

Jen-Slave went to get the food and put it on the table. Wife-Slave was under the table and had taken a hold of my cock as I sat down. Wife-Slave was sucking away as I started to eat. When I sat back finished eating, Wife-Slave went to work in earnest. I knew it was going to take a while since I had just shot a load of cum into Jen-Slave's tight hot ass 20 minutes ago but Wife-Slave would not give up until I filled her greedy mouth with my cum.

I just sat back and enjoyed her ministrations and after 10 minutes I felt the cum start to boil in my balls. Wife-Slave noticed it and pulled up to take all six streams of cum in her mouth, then swallowed and licked me clean, licking her lips.

"Thank you, Master, I love your cum," Wife-Slave said as she went off to help clean up from breakfast.

There were two plugged glowing red asses strutting around the kitchen. I went and got dressed and headed out for supplies for some repairs around the house. When I returned, the slaves were eating lunch, wearing just the ballet boots, micro mini skirts and their body jewelry. It was a sight to behold. Jen-Slave being just a little bigger around the hips was straining the skirt. A shopping trip was in order as Jen-Slave hadn't brought many clothes with her.

"Master, would you like us to fix you some food?" the slaves asked in unison.

"No, I bought lunch while I was out," I answered. "Did you ever get ahold of Marce and Jake?" I then asked her.

"Yes, they are having trouble getting vacation time. She said it would be a couple of months, but they are looking forward to it. Marce said she has got her nipples pierced and loves them, and Jake had a hard time keeping his hands off of them while they healed. Now that they are healed they were both enjoying them.

They finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen while I did the minor repairs. When I was finished, I went to watch some NetFlix and the slaves joined me, Jen-Slave offering me her tits to suck on.

"Master, may I suck your cock?" Wife-Slave asked, already unbuckling my shorts.

I didn't even bother to reply! Instead I just attacked Jen-Slave's large tits.

Wife-Slave was giving me one of her slow blowjobs, but I could feel my orgasm building quickly, sucking on Jen-Slaves d-cup tit and rubbing her clit. We were all getting close to climax, Wife-Slave also rubbing her pierced banded clit. When I came, I bit down on Jen-Slaves tit and pinched her clit hard which sent her over the edge; Wife-Slave let herself cum when she felt my cum splash against the back of her throat. We sat there on the couch catching our breath, then I pushed Jen-Slave back, and she sat up breathing hard and smiling. Wife-Slave had recovered and was intent on getting my cock hard again. When she had accomplished that, she looked up at me.

"Master, please fuck my ass hard now. Don't bother with the lube!" Wife-Slave said as she rolled over and turned around, pulling the plug out of her ass and presenting herself to me. I shoved into her, and she pushed back to meet my thrust.

"God, yes, pound my slutty ass hard," Wife-Slave panted.

I slammed in and out fast and hard; she was swearing at me to do it harder. The friction was overwhelming, but I had already cum twice. She was kneeling on the couch, and Jen had slid underneath her and started lapping at her pussy. Wife-Slave went at Jen-Slaves pussy, stimulating her engorged pierced clit while I continued to pound into Wife-Slaves hot tight, dry asshole. From time to time, she would raise her head from between Jen's legs and shout "harder!" and then dive back to Jens clit. Finally, after a long while, I felt the cum boiling up from my balls, I grabbed Wife-Slaves nipples roughly, pulling her back against me as I emptied my cum into her bowels. This sent her over the edge, she bit down on Jens clit and sent her over the edge as well. I struggled not to collapse on top of the slaves, sitting back, slipping out of Wife-Slaves abused asshole and slamming her plug back in.

Wife-Slave flopped down next to Jen-Slave on the couch when I had slammed her ass plug in. I stood and staggered into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed; the women followed, Jen-Slave still walking gingerly on her sore feet and legs in the ballet boots and Wife-Slave sitting down very carefully on her abused ass. The slaves woke me a little after six both of them rubbing their tits against me cooing.

"Get dressed. We are going shopping and then out to dinner," I told them.

I pulled on some jeans and a shirt. They went and quickly did their hair into long braids and somehow managed to get themselves dressed both in black micro mini skirts and white halter tops. Jen-Slave's was straining to keep her larger tits contained. I was waiting in the kitchen as they came in and hooked each others leashes on. I led them out to the car, and we piled in.

Once at the mall I led them to Hot Topic ™ Wife-Slave helped Jen-Slave with her selection which they showed for my approval. It was apparent they were trying to get Jen-Slave's outfits to match Wife-Slave's. Clothes shopping done, we picked up a pair of 7" plastic heels for Jen-Slave to wear in the shower. Then we stopped at a steak house to have dinner. We did get some stares when I led the slaves in on their leashes. Wife-Slave moved her leash from her nose ring to her collar while she ate. They were both smiling and flirty. The poor waiter got tongue tied more than once as the women made sure he got peeks of their assets. I noticed they both had wet spots on the towels they had been sitting on as they put them back in their purses when we left. Exhausted from the day's activities we headed home to bed.

A few weeks passed as we fell into a nice routine. Jen-Slave seemed to be happy in her role.

"Master, may I get a nose ring like Mistress'," she asked one day as we had been out to lunch and were walking back to the car.

"Sounds like a good idea." I agreed and turned the car towards the shop. When we arrived, I picked out Jen-Slave's nose ring.

"Slaves, you may each get two more ear piercings and three changes of jewelry for them," I informed them.

"Thank you, Master," they replied in unison smiling happily as they descended on the jewelry cases picking out the earrings they wanted. Big, long and or dangly were their choices. They went into the back to get their piercings, chattering to each other.

A short time later they returned and showed me their new adornments, smiling happily. I drove us home, and we turned in for welcome night's sleep.

As the weeks passed, I adjusted to having the two Slaves. To keep us in shape we started going walking in the park or at the mall three times a week. I was in seventh heaven. Depending on the time of day they would dress almost decently for daytime walks and for the evening walks micro mini skirts and skimpy or semi-transparent tops. I was never allowed to have a hard cock without one or both of them begging to take care of it.
Upon returning after lunch with one of my buddies one day, I found that the women had taken care of the house work and were enjoying each other's bodies rolling around on the bed. I decided to enjoy Jen-Slave's pussy so shedding my clothes so I got in with them and with Jen-Slave on top I lined up and shoved into her very tight wet pussy and started pounding away. With Wife-Slave underneath licking away at Jen-Slave's clit, she was in a position to take my cum when I was ready to shoot off. After what had seemed a very short time I felt the cum building and pulled out to shoot my cum into Wife-Slave's open mouth. Then the women continued giving each other orgasms until they were exhausted and drifted off to sleep. I thought I would have to keep a tighter rein on the women.

I had done the few things around the house that needed attention, so I watched the finacial news on the web, eventually drifting off for a nap myself. Slave woke me around 5 pm. It was kind of late to prepare dinner.

"Get dressed, we will go out to dinner and a movie," I told the slaves.

They squealed with delight and hurried off to get dressed and do their hair and makeup. They were fast! Wife -slave was dressed in her pink ballet boots, a pink micro mini skirt that let her beads show, a thin pink knit halter top and her hair in pigtails. Jen-Slave was in the black ballet boots, a black micro mini skirt and a semi-sheer white blouse tied under her breasts, her hair also in pigtails. Their stretched nipples were tenting their tops. I wondered if Wife-Slave had told Jen-Slave what putting her in pigtails was a signal for? Wife-Slave had informed her of everything else, so I was pretty sure my cock was going to get sucked twice that night.

We got in the car and headed to the local seafood restaurant, parking in the far corner of the parking lot. As soon as I turned the car off, Wife-Slave was opening my pants and giving me a hot, noisy blowjob taking the six streams of cum down her throat. She then licked me cock clean and tucked it away. Jen-Slave had been watching from the back seat. Walking into the restaurant with a hot woman on each arm soon had my cock getting hard again. Jen-Slave was doing a lot better walking in the ballet boots today. After dinner and few drinks, we headed back to the car and I opened the back door for Jen-Slave she got in, but she grabbed my hand and pulled me in with her. Wife-Slave got in the drivers seat.

"Jen, take care of that hard cock. Show Master how good you're doing with your deep throat technique," Wife-Slave said.

Jen slave undid my pants, fished my cock out and started sucking. Using her new tongue studs on my cock as she sucked and bobbed her head up and down, she was taking the head of my cock into her throat with just a slight gag but kept going until Wife-Slave had driven us to the theater. Jen slave had never given me a deep blowjob before and she used a whole different technique than Wife-Slave. I had also never gotten a blowjob in the back seat of a moving car before so the added stimulation didn't help me last too long, and I was soon pumping cum into Jen-Slave's mouth. She swallowed and licked me clean. Then, as she tucked my cock away, I noticed we were not at the movie theater but the piercing parlor.

"What are we doing here?" I asked Wife-Slave.

"Jen has been begging to get her pussy piercing and tattoos. If you agree she would like to get them now. It has been a few months, and she still wants to stay with us," Slave-wife answered. Jen-Slave looked at me hopefully.

"Ok," I said. We got out of the car and headed into the parlor.

"May I help you?" the clerk asked.

"She needs to have 5 sets of captive bead ring for her pussy lips and three tattoos," I replied,

He showed me the display case. I picked out ones similar to Wife-Slave's and gave a picture of the tattoos to be inked on her. Jen-Slave was smiling happily as we went in the back to have the work done. When done and paid for Jen-Slave insisted we still go to the movie.

We had a good time at the movie. Walking out of the theater with the two hot women strutting next to me dressed scantily in their ballet boots, pert ass cheeks peeking out from under the micro mini skirts and tattoos showing, turned a lot of heads. I drove us home, both slaves in the back seat making out. Once home we all trooped into the shower and then to bed after taking care of Jen-Slaves new piercings. The slaves got their cuffs on and lay on the bed waiting to be bound for the night. Nothing complicated just ankles and wrists behind their back ankles hooked to their wrists.

"Master please put the penis gag down my throat and don't mind my gagging on it! By morning I will be over the gag reflex," Jen-Slave said.

"Master, please fuck my face! We can't have you trying to sleep with a hard cock," Wife-Slave said seductively licking her lips and opening her mouth invitingly.

So picking up her head and using her pigtails as handholds I fucked her mouth and throat, reveling in her ability to take the full length of my cock down her throat. Wife-Slave was looking up at me with her wanton eyes humming until I pumped my cum down throat.

After I recovered I picked up Jen-Slave's penis gag, pushed it into her mouth and down her throat. She bit down, locking her mouth closed and trapping the gag down her throat. She started making small gagging noises so I gave her a questioning look but she shook her head no. So I pulled the covers over us, sucked Wife-Slaves offered nipple into my mouth and drifted off to sleep thinking that life could not get much better.

The next week I returned home from lunch with some buddies to find them both on their knees, hands behind their backs just inside the door. I did a double take, they had been to the hair salon and had their hair colored to match. They had on matching jewelry including the chains and boots.

"Surprise, Master," they said together.

"I hope Master is not upset with us for changing our look without permission. We thought Master would like to have twins." Wife-Slave said.

My cock jumped to attention. I was speechless for a moment.

"No. I am not upset with you. On the contrary, I like it very much," I said.

Their eyes locked on to the tent my cock had created in my pants. They both looked up at me pleadingly.

"All our holes are clean, please use your twins as you wish," they said in unison.

I dropped my pants and motioned them over to my throbbing cock. They took turns deep throating me. When I came, Wife-Slave took it all in her mouth and when I was finished she opened her mouth to show me, than shared it with Jen-Slave. That show had me hard again almost instantly. Wife-Slave covered my cock with spit, pushed Jen-Slave down on the couch and straddled her head.

"Master, use my tight ass hard, fuck me like a bitch in heat," Wife-Slave said in a husky voice as she descended on Jen-Slave's pussy.

I pounded her ass hard for what seemed like a long time, working up a sweat. When Wife-Slave started to vibrate, she lifted her head from Jen-Slaves pussy,

"May we cum? Ohhhh god," she said and shrieked.

As she climaxed her ass muscles repeatedly contracting while she orgasmed, she must have also given Jen-Slaves pierced clit some more stimulation as she was cumming, too. The contractions in Wife-Slaves ass pushed me over the top so I pumped my cum deep into it and collapsed on top of them for a moment, then slowly recovered, reaching for Wife-Slave's butt plug and pushing it in as I slid off of them. All three of us were breathing hard and my sexy twins were licking each other clean. Then Wife-Slave jumped up and pulled me and Jen-Slave up.

"Let's take a shower," Wife-Slave urged.

"Good idea. Then I want to take my twins out and show them off," I said.

"Yes, Master," they answered.

We had a good time playing in the shower. They both a worked on my cock until it was hard, then sat me down and Jen-Slave impaled her ass on my cock with just the little bit of soapy water as lube. Wife-Slave attacked Jen-Slave's tits while I pumped into her tight glove of her ass. She chanted "Fuck, fuck, oh god, yes fuck my slutty ass!" It was too much stimulation for me so I shot cum into her bowels until it hurt. That was the most cum I had ever pumped out. Jen-Slave climaxed when she felt me pumping into her ass. Wife-Slave helped Jen-Slave up and pushed her butt plug in. Then standing in front of Jen-Slave, she shoved her pussy into Jen-Slave's face. Jen-Slave attacked Wife-Slave's pierced banded engorged clit, quickly sending her into an orgasm. After a while, we recovered enough to wash up and get out. I went and got dressed and lay down to nap while they blow dried each other's long hair.

They woke me awhile latter dressed exactly the same. Red ballet boots, red halter tops, red mini skirts, stretched nipples poking thru the halter tops, red lip gloss and red collars and leashes.

"Master, we are ready," they chimed together smiling.

We went for a walk in the park then out to dinner and a movie, attracting stares and shocked looks and some oh my god comments. As we came home from the movie, we started talking about what a great coincidence it had been, running into Jen-Slave on our cruise and what a great time that had been. Wife-Slave giggled and started telling Jen-Slave about the fun she'd had posing for the ship's photographer and Jen-Slave was having a hard time believing most of it.

"Get the sd-card with the pictures and the laptop and let's show Jen the pictures from the cruise," I said to Wife-Slave. "Perhaps she'd like to pose for some of her own if we ever go on a cruise again?"

We had only got thru about 30 percent of the pictures before we were all worked up and went to bed to have some sexual relief. We didn't get back to the pictures until the next day. Then Slave-Jen started dropping hints that she'd love to pose for some pictures herself and could I perhaps try taking some with my phone camera?

But that, and the tale of when we eventually did get to meet Marce and Jake again, is for some other time. Perhaps...

The End?