"Here it comes...slut...get ready, you better cum now and don't stop cumming, I want you to keep cumming until I unload in you." Close to standing up, I hammered into her sweet pussy, doing my best to nail Jazzy to the fucking floor, finally I felt my cock swell and my balls telling me here it comes. Still fucking my sister with total abandonment not caring if I destroyed her pussy, I wanted to impregnate this bitch, -- well that is what was in my head at least, and I didn't voice it. I kept on slamming into her and finally drove deep into her wet sheath opening her cervix with my cock head and blasting her unprotected womb with my baby makers. I stayed that way until I had finished pumping her cavern with my seed, buried in her uterus pumping ounces and ounces of my sperm into her fertile womb. I pulled out my cock glistening with our juices; Jazzy immediately sat up and engulfed my cock cleaning it. Exhausted, feeling my post-coital bliss, I fell over onto the floor next to Jazzy; she held my cock in her mouth as I went to the ground. We had totally forgotten about Krissy standing in behind the closed doors, fingering herself watching her Master impregnate her sister slave.
"Master, Thank you for the thorough fucking, I have never cum so much in my life." Jazzy said after cleaning my cock.
"Master you called for me?"
"Yes, my slave. I wanted to ask you a question. Is Uncle Jack around?"
"He is in the kitchen making dinner with me, Sir."
"So did he hear your sister slave screaming in the kitchen?"
"No Master it was quiet. I went into the kitchen helping him and heard nothing."
"Good, sit down on the couch." Krissy moved over to the couch lifted her dress and sat her naked ass and pussy on the cold leather. I stood up, went over to the center drawer of the desk, and pulled out a little box. Walking back over I got down on one knee placing her hand in mine.
"My dear lovely Kristine you know that you are more than just my slave, my friend, and my lover. You are everything to me. Kristine Kracen life without you would be boring; life without you would be bland, life without you would be wrong. Kristine Kracen will you do the honor of marrying your Master, Lover, and best friend."
Krissy was stunned. Her mouth was open in surprise; Jazzy was making little noises encouraging Krissy to say yes. I looked into her beautiful electric blue watery eyes looking for her answer. What I found was not only a yes but also a lustful yes.
"Master, Jason Cooper I don't know what to say....Oh fuck it. YES YES YES I will marry you under one condition." I raised my eye brow in question.
"Answer me this question, first." I nodded
"Did you ask for my hand from my father?"
"Dear slave wife to be, I would not have asked you to marry me without your parents blessing. Of course, I failed to mention that I would be naked, another slave's juices running down my cock, but yes, I did ask for your hand from your father.
"One more condition, if it pleases my Master/husband to be."
"What would that be my blushing bride to be?"
"That you fuck a baby into my sister slave. She has been whining about wanting you to impregnate her."
"Well, it seems I may have already done that but there is room for more I suppose."
"Master, Oh yes I will marry you and be the best slave wife. Train me to be the best slave wife for you. I look forward to our wedding day. Master when would you like to get married?"
"STRIP" Krissy stood up and pulled her summer dress over her head instantly naked, shaved pussy and hard nipples. I stood up and pointed to the floor, Krissy fell to her knees, looking up into my eyes.
"Slave, take my cock in your mouth and make me hard. Once that task is done, turn around on your hands and knees with your ass and pussy facing me." She engulfed my cock rose to the manipulation of her tongue and mouth; in no time really, I was steel hard rod, a naked willing slave will do that to you. Krissy spun around presenting me with her ass and pussy. I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
"You are ovulating!"
"Yes, Master"
"I am going to breed you, right now on our engagement day. When we get married you will be showing a baby bump, filled with OUR child. What would your mother and father think about you pregnant before marriage? I know what your cunt tells me, I know what your body is telling me, and I know you want to be bred." As my cock was running up and down the outside of her slick entrance, Krissy tried several times to get me to impale her, but I held off until I was ready to spear into her core.
"Oh, my slave is needy; you want Master to shove his long fat cock you and worship into your sweet wet little pussy." Krissy moaned loud, moving her hips up and down in rhythm with my stroking of my cock effectively telling me that she was ready for her breeding. I grabbed the base of my cock and on her next swing down plowed straight to her center. She arched her back forcing my cock deeper into her open cervix. We both groaned and the intrusion, I because after everything that has happened and how our relationship started, Krissy because she is a needy little slut, who can't get enough of her Master's cock buried in her pussy.
I didn't let up; I started to fuck her into tomorrow, giving her the fuck of her life, the fuck that would impregnate her. I wanted them to breed, I wanted to breed them, I will breed these two and enjoy the entire process. Both had punishment coming, but Uncle Jack was in the house and well, I didn't want to have performance issues with him around.
"Oh...Master, please may this slave cum for you. Oh..MAASSTTTEERRR...I can, I can't, OHHHHH....Shit...Master you are in my womb...MASSSTTTEERRR.....your cock is fucking my uterus.....OHHHH...GOODDD....My fukshh,e, OH...SHIT...MASTER, please have mercy Master, please Master please. "
I grabbed her hips and forced her pussy onto my cock, ramming her hard, bouncing off of her ass, watching her cheeks jiggle while I fucked her. I could feel my balls tightening up and my dick swelling.
"Oh....FUUUCCCKKKKK...SLUT! Damn...get ready...I am going to bury myself in your womb BITCH...Oh here is cuuummmsss...." I was pile driving into her and just buried my cock to the hilt in her tiny pussy causing Krissy to cum -- without my permission, but I might relax that a bit -- shaking and convulsing on my cock, her pussy walls closing so tight I thought she was going to cut my dick off at its base. I held her there, me buried in her cunt, my dick in her womb, until I stopped pulsing. Krissy pulled away, allowing me to slip from her, turning around, and she swallowed my cock to clean me as a good slave should. I looked into her lust filled eyes.
"My sweet Krissy, my wife to be, my fiance, my slut, my slave, you will be pregnant for your wedding."
"Yes, Master." I produced a pussy plug told Krissy to lay on her back, spread her legs and I inserted the plug expanding it to fill her hole.
"I will remove this plug and only I will remove it."
"Yes, Master. May this slave ask a question of her Master, Please?"
"What is it, slave?"
"When will we be married? Master."
"Hmmm.....haven't thought about that. I will have to look at my calendar. Would you want a full church wedding or a Justice of the Peace or at City Hall?"
"Master, I want a full church wedding with my friends and family there to enjoy our wedding. To show everyone how proud I am to be carrying our child. "
"Well then a full church wedding it is."
As it turned out, both my slaves were pregnant and the doctors confirmed it three weeks later. Damn I was going to be a father.
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For three months Uncle Jack made our home his. For the first couple of weeks, he just kept watching what we did around the house. Of course, my two slaves had to stay dressed around him. Jazzy and I had to curb our fucking sessions and Krissy was trying to keep me sane through the mess of the death of our parents. I loved her and she had put up with a lot of my rants, insecurities, and other such matters when loved ones die. Krissy and I would get some alone time and fuck, or she would suck my cock or I would even whip her ass for messing up dinner, not cleaning good enough, or just for the pure fun of whipping her ass to my liking. Krissy and Jazzy told me that being clothed made them feel less as my slaves; with "Uncle Jack" around, of course it didn't help that I could not torture and fuck the shit out of their pussy, ass, or mouth. Uncle Jack was a great person, if nothing else; he stood up for family and at the funeral did his best to keep things on an even keel.
Uncle Jack cornered me one day two months after the funeral.
"JC, how long have you been fucking your sister?"
"Excuse the fuck out of me! What the fuck did you just say?" Totally caught off-guard I looked at him. Why he would have asked me that question? Is there something that Jazzy and I did? Was it body language, facial expressions, or something else?
"I said how long have you been fucking your sister?"
"I haven't been fucking my sister. Which is none of your fucking business."
"Ok. Let us cut the bullshit kid. For one thing, I have seen how Jazzy looks at you. It is one of "Come fuck me now" looks. If you're not fucking her you should be."
"Hold the FUCK UP UNCLE JACK! What did you just say?" Floored by his comment, I was more shocked than pissed, but I had to show him my pissed look.
"Damn you must be hard of hearing of something. I said if you are not fucking her you should. Ok, follow me to the pool lets grab some beers and we will talk about this and why I have been a ghost to the two of you."
I grab four beers, thinking I was going to need two extra, and followed Uncle Jack to the pool. I sat down handed Uncle Jack a beer then set the rest on the table in front of me. Opening the beer, I took a long swig then looked at Uncle Jack.
"Kid, did your mother ever tell you why I was not in our lives or why you didn't know me?"
In the two months that Uncle Jack had been here never once had I thought of asking about why Jasmine and I didn't know about Uncle Jack?
"Uncle Jack, I told you when I called I ever knew you existed, it was when Mom gave me your number that I found out we had an Uncle. That is it hell, I did not even know Mom had an older brother, Grandma and Grandpa never mentioned it when the family would visit. I thought Mom was an only child until that day. I was hoping she would tell me when she returned, but I guess that is not happening now is it. So, cut the bullshit and come out with it."
"Your father and I happen to be riding buddies some twenty five years ago. Same college, same degree track, he was my best friend. Well, after a while your mom started hanging round with us. Your mom was fifteen or sixteen something like that; anyway she wanted to be part of the "friends" with us. Your dad and I came home for summer break our senior year of college; your dad had been accepted into Harvard Law School, he was taking the summer off before he left. Pauline "Polly" - turned eighteen and was at the primed for life, according to her. I took overseer watch until one night when a girl friend asked her to a party at the Yacht Club in Annapolis. That's where your Mom and Dad really fell in love with one another. Her parents were hosting the event to celebrate your Grandfather's retirement I think. At the time I didn't know that she practically dropped at his feet begging for him to own her. That was a joke by the way. They dated off and on for the next four years before she slipped out one night to see him on his sailboat and he proposed to her. I lost my best friend and my sister that night. She returned with a ring on her finger and I was pissed me off, but took it out on Polly. I had it out with your Dad a couple of days later, but the damage was already done.
That was the last time I talked to my sister until after Jasmine was born. I put away my differences and called your mom. After many weeks, I finally told her why I did not talk to her. She said she understood, but needed to talk to her husband about letting you back in their lives. He said no and at that time, I did not know that she was his slave wife and honored her Master husband with his decision. I kept my distance learned about you and Jasmine from Mom and Dad, how you to were growing up. I found out through our parents, your grandparents that they were going off to a two-month vacation. I called my sister and told her if anything happened over there to give you my number. I was right to tell her, I did not expect to hear from you; your Dad was a good provider and protector of your mother, you, and Jasmine. Before you say anything the answer is "no" I never did have sex with my sister though the thought had crossed my mind while she was in high school and then later in college. Now let's discuss your situation with Jasmine and Kristine."
"What is there to discuss?"
"JC, don't kid a seasoned kidder. I know something is up between you and your sister. I can only imagine. As I see it, Kristine is your slave and is more like a slave than anyone else I have known and before you ask -- yes - I am in the lifestyle myself. Jasmine when she is around you is nervous, excited, she has that aroused nervousness, and follows instructions every well. She gives me attitude when I am around, but never when we are together. So, again I will ask; what the fuck is going on between you, Jasmine?"
"Shit Uncle Jack I thought we were doing a good job of hiding it."
"You have, but it is the subtle body language of the ladies that are a dead give-away."
We sat there and I told him the story about Jasmine, Kristine, Jacqueline, and me. How Jazzy as I called her begged to accept her as my slave, how Jazzy got Krissy involved with me, and how Jacquie got involved in our lives as well. I told him that Jacquie is off at college and is still one of my slaves and that I still email, call or get instructions to her on a weekly basis. Jack listened and didn't comment but his facial expressions showed me that he was impressed with my control over three beautify sex slaves. As the story progressed I even told him of what happened with Mom and Dad two days before their leaving and Mom telling me his number. After I finished I took a long swig of my lukewarm beer and waited for his reply.
"Ok, JC prove it." Is all he said?
"Prove what?"
"Prove that these ladies are yours to command. Prove to your Uncle that Jazzy and Krissy will follow your commands regardless that I sit here." He gave me the challenge, which I had to accept. I called Krissy and Jazzy at the same time. Jazzy and Krissy came bounding out of the kitchen with smiles on their faces.
"My sweet slaves, Uncle Jack does not believe that you are my slaves. He wants me to prove to him that you will do as instructed. So, Strip!"
Krissy removed her halter-top and dropped it on the ground in front of her then unzipped her shorts and dropped them at her feet standing very naked looking directly at Uncle Jack. Jazzy stood there looking at me with her pleading eyes. I stared back at her and then stood up walking over to her.
"Do you have a problem with my command SLUT!"
"JC!"
"Slave get Veronica, NOW!" Krissy ran off to retrieve "Veronica," a riding crop I have named to assist with punishment and training. Well, mainly for punishment.
I leaned into Jazzy, my hand grabbing her ponytail; I forced her head back to look into my eyes. I was not happy and she knew it. She was testing me. No, she would never do something so disobedient as to test her Master. Oh, here it goes...
"I am your Master; you will be punished in front of our uncle to prove a point to you. That my commands are to be followed no matter when, where, and who is near. Do you understand? SLAVE!" I said through angry gritted teeth.
"Yes, Master." I still had her ponytail and I shoved her head down to the ground forcing her to kneel. Krissy returned and kneeled lifting her arms above her head allowing me to take Veronica.
"Krissy, go and sit in slave position next to Uncle Jack."
"Yes, Master."
"Slave, I gave you a command NOW STRIPE BITCH!" Looking at me she lifted her sun dress over her head and dropped it on the floor.
"Your punishment will begin now; lie down with your slave cunt facing Uncle Jack and spread your legs wide. You will count each kiss from Veronica and thank her for teaching you to be a better slave."
Jazzy got down on the hard deck of the patio her pussy facing Jack. I could see the bulge in his pants as I stood over Jazzy. I looked down at her, swung Veronica at her pussy with more force than previous punishments. I was pissed and it showed when I struck her.
"One, Veronica, Thank you for teaching me to be a better slave." She hissed. I struck her pussy again, Jazzy counted and thanked Veronica, and I did this for fifteen times. By the time the last kiss of Veronica had struck Jazzy, she was sobbing her tears running down the side of her cheeks, her pussy very red, and swollen; nice big puffy red lips -- Oh how I wanted to devour her pussy and make her scream. Her juices were running down to the crack of her ass making a puddle on the floor.
"Inspection" Jazzy stood up and moved into the Inspection position. Her fingers interlaced behind her head, elbows back, chest out, feet four feet apart, and she was looking down at the floor.
"Now Jack! Is that proof enough that both these slaves are mine to command?"
"Uhhhh....yea that works for me. Wow, Jasmine how do you feel."
"Sir, my slave name is Jazzy, his cunt hurts, and I feel wonderful. I would like Master to pleasure me but I have been a bad slave. Disrespecting you and Master; Master it is his right to punishing me for questioning his commands. I tend to do that a lot and get the punishment for those infractions."
"Jazzy, go stand in front of Master Jack in Inspection position."
"Yes, Master." Jazzy stood a half a foot in front of Jack and looked him dead in the eyes. Jack looked at JC with a raised eyebrow. Then looked at Jazzy, as she stood in front of him naked, bald, and dripping wet. Jack inspected the slave for wetness and fuckability.
"Wow, she is like the Niagara Falls flowing down her legs. Damn and a tight ass pussy too. So, slave has your Master been fucking you?"
"Yes, Uncle Jack."
"Call me Master Jack. When was the last time you and your Master fucked?"
"The day we came back from the funeral, Master Jack."
"Damn, that long huh. Wonder if I could make you cum while I flicked your clit like this." Jack started to rub Jazzy's clit causing her to moan loudly not expecting her uncle to finger her or try to pleasure her. It was like fucking a younger version of her father. Her hips started to move with the rhythm of his fingers. Suddenly he pulled them out and licked his fingers clean.
"Shit she is a sweet little slave too. Good job, JC she is truly a slave of yours. What about this naked one next to me?"
"Krissy, suck him until he comes in your mouth, don't swallow, show him and he will tell you when to swallow."
Krissy crawled in between Jack's legs, unzipped him, pulled out his large cock -- not as large as mine but his was about an inch or so thicker - that was half erect and deep throated him. Krissy dove on his cock taking to the base in one smooth motion. She started back up licking, sucking, and bathing his cock with her tongue.
"OH SHIT. Damn she can swallow. OH..God that is wonderful. My slave cannot even do that the first time down. OH...Shit....OH...Shit....FUUCCCKKK!!! JC, she is really a great cocksucker." Jack leaned back while Krissy sucked, licked, and deep throated him. He grabbed the back of her head forcing her head down faster, essentially fucking her mouth. It took a couple of minutes until Jack pushed Krissy's head down on his pelvis her nose scrapping his pubic hair forcing his cock deeper into her mouth as he blasted the back of her throat with his semen. I watched as he flexed his hips into her several times. Krissy, the good slave she is, had not swallowed leaned back with her mouth open showing Jack his sperm. He smiled and nodded and Krissy swallowed his load."Damn son, she is good. I bet she can fuck like a fifty dollar whore too."
That was over two years ago, Uncle Jack left three weeks later. I sometimes wished he could have stayed, but he told me privately that he had no interest in fucking Jazzy or Krissy because he had a slave of his own that needed attending too. He packed his bike and left for the six-hour drive home back to Virginia Beach. So, you're asking me dear reader -- Jazzy and Krissy were pregnant -- yep, they were, both delivered within minutes of each other; my slave wife delivered a boy -- Reginald Christopher; Jazzy delivered a boy -- Jackson Francis. Healthy happy bundles of joy, I couldn't be a prouder father. Of course, the firm knew of my slave wife's and our baby, and we told most everyone that Jazzy's pregnancy was from a one-night stand with someone from a party she attended. We both knew he was mine.
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Shaking off my daydream, I finished the review making some notes here and there to give the boss. I walked into the bosses office handed him the paperwork.
"Dan, I am heading home. There are notes on the inside margin on the third, fifth, and twelfth pages. It looks like they tried to snowball this through, but I caught in time."
"I will take a look and thanks for the work on this. We will see what they bring after the little show down."
I left the office got into my car heading home. Deliberating what new and interesting ways I can keep my slaves entertained. I arrived home and didn't open the garage door instead I parked in the drive way. I got out and walked to the door opening the front door, no slave waiting for me. The door shut loudly, I dropped my briefcase on the floor with a bang, still no slaves. I silently walked towards the kitchen and leaned against the door jamb their backs to me; I enjoyed the look of fine naked asses surrounded by apron. Every once and a while one or both would grab the others ass and slide a finger from the bottom to the top. I watched Krissy greased her fingers with butter, slide two fingers of her left hand into Jazzy's puckered ass, and start to finger fucking her ass. I watched Jazzy do the same after about two or three minutes of their mutual ministrations; Krissy stopped fingering Jazzy leaned forward on the counter while Jazzy finger fucked her ass. Krissy, my wonderful slave wife, and mother of our child, was close to an orgasm when I cleared my throat. Startled Jazzy pulled her fingers out and Krissy gasped in frustration.
"Good afternoon Master." Jazzy said with a smile which disappeared when she looked at me. Nope not having it, my face took on the look of a cross between Mean Joe Green and the Hulk. She knew they were in T-R-O-U-B-L-E in a big way. Krissy already on her knees Jazzy a little slow to respond then dropped to her knees lowering her eyes.
"Slaves what have you been doing? I noticed that my Slaves were not at the door when I returned home fifteen minutes ago. I watched you finger fuck each other and pay no heed to your Master's commands."
My slaves were due for a punishment and I knew the exact place to perform said punishment.
"You have failed to follow my simple commands. I know I told my slaves that I OWN their FUCKING BODIES and everything within that body is mine. Your mind, Your Soul is mine to pleasure or punish. My SLAVES disobeyed by touching, playing, and fingering with each other. Now instead of having a nice lovely evening of fun and sex games, I have to administer punishment to my disobedient sluts. Krissy is it your day to watch the children?"
"Yes, Master. Master Reggie and Master Jack are both sleeping in their beds. I last checked on them twenty minutes ago, still sleeping."
"Go check on my boys. If they are not awake, bring the monitor and go to the dungeon, Krissy the bench, Jazzy the cross. Slave Wife you will secure Jazzy to the cross and then secure yourself to the bench. Please, remove your aprons and leave them in the kitchen and turn off anything that is cooking now."
"Yes Master" they said in unison.
Krissy turned off the pot of water dropped her apron on the counter and went to check on our boys. I walked into my study and flopped down in my high backed chair turned on my computer. Krissy and Jazzy came into the study kneeling at the back of my swivel chair. My computer finished loading and as I logged in, I thought of what I had seen both of them highly aroused at this point. Turning in my chair facing my two slaves their tits forward, legs spread and their cunts dripping.
"I expect you two in the dungeon. You have earned another 20 kisses each on top of what Veronica will be giving you. You will be FUCKING silent, No talking unless I address you specifically. NOW GET A FUCKING MOVE ON." The slaves jumped up and almost ran to the dungeon.
After some quality relaxation and distressing time, I got up and descended the stairs to the dungeon; the one Dad showed me the day before they left for the Philippines, the same day we as a family had a fuckfest. I looked over at the cross there was Jazzy wide eyed and secured by wrist and ankle cuffs and Krissy had left her right arm unlocked in the cuffs at the bench. Walking around the spanking bench, Krissy bent over at her waist, pussy and ass available for me I slide my hand over her round firm ass. Light finger touches to her left side sliding up to her breasts. I took hold of her left meaty breast, my thumb and fore finger finding her hard eraser sized nipple, I rolled it between my fingers. Causing her to moan as I squeezed
"Sweet wife and slave of mine, you have disappointed your Master. Why have you disappointed me SLAVE? I provide you with everything my love, my soul is your soul, my pain is your pain, my dominance is your submission, and I only demand one thing from you, OBEDIENCE, pure and simple. The rules exist because you want them to exist and you submitted to me not only in your life but also in your body. When we married and celebrated our wedding night what did you tell me slave when I whipped your body. What did you say?"
"I submitted to you fully Master. To love and obey my Husband Master."
"And what did I tell you and promise you when I stopped and shoved my cock into your slutty dripping Niagara Falls pussy of mine. What did I tell you?"
"Master you only asked for one thing in our relationship and marriage obedience. You also said you loved me and wanted to marry me when you first laid eyes on me; you knew in your heart of hearts that I was your soulmate. Master, you also said I might disappoint you but the disappointment will never lead to Master not loving you forever. Then you fucked me good Master."
"True but you disobeyed my command of no touch, no play without permission. Did you forget that SLAVE." I slapped her ass harder than I had in previous sessions it rang with a loud crack my hand stung and her ass was showing my hand print outlined in red. I struck again the other cheek same result red hand mark. Her right cheek had a definite hand print showing. I stood behind her and I slapped it again then the other I kept on going beating her ass red...finally my arms were hurting. I heard Krissy crying and whimpering. I walked in front of her, my cock like a steel rod, Krissy opened her mouth, and I shoved my cock down her throat. I kept it up until I felt the start of my orgasm and pulled out. Krissy was coughing, saliva dripping out of her mouth onto the floor below her. I looked over at Jazzy, she was squirming on the cross from witnessing the brutal face fuck I gave her sister slave.
"How long has it been since you had your last birth control pill?" I whispered in her ear, lining up my cock to her dripping cunt, I slammed forward spearing her, without stopping I bottomed out in her pussy.
"Fiveee weeeeeks Masterrrrr." Dropping her head between her outstretched arms moaning as I slide back into her. She was trying not to cum through my assault on her cunt and the beating of her ass, Krissy was on the verge of a massive orgasm -- with my cock rock hard I knew she would cum and I was determined to make her cum so I could punish her for cumming without my permission.
"When are you most fertile?" This was a slow fuck moving just a gentle ease in and ease out not the slam bam thank you ma'am shit. Just a leisure pace keeping her on edge, juicing her cunt up for her Masters cock.
"OHHH.....GOODDD.....Masster.....To..Toda.....Today Master! OH MASTER...may this disobedient slave cum for you Master. OH...MASSSTTTEEERRRRR...Please!"
"You may not cum." I pulled out of her juicy cunt dripping from my cock and I walked over to Jazzy on the cross which I unlocked and rotated her until her head was at height of my cock. She immediately opened her mouth and I skull fucked her, my slave disobeyed me and this slut knew better. I fucked her face and she took it, all ten fucking inches three inches round of man meat, it went deep and she didn't gag. I pulled out she grasped for air and cough, I shoved my cock back into her throat four strokes in....pulled out....air coughing....slide back in....another six strokes I gave her air...I then fucked her nonstop until I unloaded down directly to her stomach. It was the best fucking blow job in my entire life and I have had a lot of fucking blowjobs let me tell ya, but not right now. I pulled out and Jazzy was cough for air I turned to Krissy and said.
"Is it your desire to be bred by me?"
"Yes, Master that is what I am made for. I want to carry many of your babies."
"I will breed you often slave. Remember I own you and that cunt of yours."
"Yes, Master I beg of you to allow me to be your breeding slave, Master." I walked behind Krissy sliding my hands across her warm red ass moving down to her juicy pussy. I slide three fingers into her and she moaned trying to push her cunt back on my fingers.
"Such a horny slut aren't you slave?" As I started to finger fuck her.
"Remember you do not have permission to come and if you do I think Veronica might have to say something about it." I said chuckling at the thought maybe the leather would like to do that, who knew right?
"Oh God yes Master. I remember no coming until My Master allows me the pleasure. Oh...Master...I beg of you to have mercy. Please may I come for you Master? I am yours to command, I will be good Master, I will obey, I will obey Master. Please let me come." I pulled out my three fingers walked to her front.
"Clean them Slut." I put my fingers into her mouth she cleaned them running her tongue everywhere my fingers touched her pussy. She was hungry for it. I pulled my hand away as Krissy was trying to suck more of her juices off of them. I then turned towards the cross; Jazzy looked horrible her hair had dried come, wet with her saliva, and her mouth puff from my banging her lips on the base of my cock. I had left her upside down; I grabbed her right tit by the nipple and spun her upright. Jazzy moaned.
"Don't you fucking COME BITCH. Veronica will definitely teach you the lesson if you do. Hear me Bitch."
"Not until My Master tells me I can have his pleasure, Master." I grabbed her left nipple and pulled both out from her chest. She was moaning, I twisted, she moaned, I twisted, and pulled her moans got louder. Still holding her nipples with both hands between my thumb and forefingers, I yanked up hard enough that my thumb and fingers snapped together after slipping off of her nipples. She had an earth shattering orgasm right in front of me shaking convulsing hold your breath kind of orgasm. Wow must be really good. Finally she slumped over breathing hard looked at me.
"Master is Veronica here, if not please call her. She needs to teach me again about disobeying you. I have failed you again Master. I need to be punished." I grabbed Veronica slapped it on my left palm it stung but I didn't show, my slave smiled. I walked behind Jazzy trailing Veronica across her tight stomach running it down to her wet pussy. She moves at the lightest touch of Veronica she is panting with need. Jazzy was as wet as I have seen her. My sweet slave sister Jazzy was shaking with need her arousal was at such a high state.
"Slave now to your punishment why am I going to punish you?"
"Master I am being punished for disobeying your command of no touching or playing while you are not present."
"You will receive fifteen kisses from Veronica on your tits, thighs, and thirty kisses on your pussy. You will count each and every one of the kisses Veronica so lovingly will give you."
"Yes, Master." I flicked Veronica in the air and slapped her against my bare leg to test my and her strength. Veronica can be a cruel bitch when she wants to be or I make her to be cruel. I was ready. I took a step back looking at my dear sweet little sister, lust in her eyes, dripping like the slutty slave she is, waiting for the first kisses of Veronica. I step forward and Veronica kissed Jazzy's square on her right nipple. Jazzy suck in a long breath through her teeth there was no scream.
"Thank you Veronica for teaching me to be a better slave for my Master, one Master." She kissed her left nipple Jazzy counted and repeated her phrase. I struck her left thigh leaving a nice red welt movement on the cross not a sound except.
"Thank you Veronica for teaching me to be a better slave to my Master, three Master." Veronica kissed again and Jazzy repeated. I kept up the kisses from Veronica totally at random twice on one nipple then to the opposite side on the thigh trying to keep Jazzy from finding my pattern which I didn't have. We were up to eighteen of the sixty kisses from Veronica. I had twelve more kisses on her tits, stomach, and thighs and thirty for her very wet pussy. I discussed it with Veronica and she agreed that the remaining kisses I did a rapid fire on her tits. Jazzy counted up to thirty stated her phrase. Her head hung down on her chest, I walked over and lifted her head.
"Have you come Slave?" Sliding my finger up her drooling slit her moans following.
"No Master you have not given me permission." I pushed two fingers into her needy pussy, sliding them in and out she was straining not to come but my fingers in her pussy and my thumb smashing her clit were becoming too much for her. I could see it in her eyes.
"Oh....Please Master may I come for you. OHHHH.....GGGOOOODDDDD.....MASSTER....NO NO NO... I can't fail I must not come he must command it. NO NO NO NOOOOO OOOOHHHHHHH.....NO NO OOOOOO...MASTER PLEASE MAY THIS SLAVE COME. OH...NO NO NO...OOOOOHHHHHHHHHH...." I felt some pity on her lifted myself up to her ear still finger fucking her.
"My sweet sister of a slave to me if I let you come before your punishment is finished what kind of Master would I be? Not a good one because you would not have learned your lesson. Now you may not come until I tell you. Veronica will now kiss your pussy thirty times. No coming. I have denied you. I know you can do this." Veronica kissed Jazzy's pussy hard; her juices went flying everywhere wetting Jazzy, the floor, and me.
"Thank you Veronica for teaching me to be a better slave to my Master, One Master." Veronica kissed her hard again and again Jazzy counted and spoke her phrase. At the half way point I lessened the impact and strength of my strikes to Jazzy's pussy. It looked angry, red, and puffy but she was still dripping like a leaky faucet. Damn she is really aroused. "And you my slave of a sister. Do you look forward to my breeding of you again? When was your last birth control pill?
"Oh yes, Master I relish the thought of carrying our child. It was three days ago and I am fertile now, Master." Striking Jazzy's left nipple hearing her whimper from the kiss of Veronica. Her nipple turning a light shade of red I strike her right nipple watching for the signs of her impending orgasm. Striking the left then the right nipple and her fleshy breast, Jazzy is lightly moaning with each kiss of Veronica.
"What do you say slave?"
"Thank you Veronica for teaching me to be a better slave. May I have another?" I struck her nipples five times each causing Jazzy to slump on the restraints from the arousal I produced in her. I walked over to Krissy and smacked her upturned ass six times this caused her to moan. I look back at Jazzy while I am running Veronica up my slave wife's cunt, her legs are shaking; she is having a difficult time because her arousal is so high. I swung Veronica, swing for the fence directly to her pussy. I can see she wants to cum, but will not unless given permission.
"You want to cum don't you slut?" I asked Krissy
"Yes, Master." She says through her heavy breathing.
I walk over to Jazzy and swing Veronica into her open cunt striking her clit directly. Jazzy moans and thrusts her mound up for better contact with Veronica.
"Thank you Veronica for teaching me to be a better slave, twenty Master. May I please have another?" Veronica kisses her clit again. Sweat dripping down from her forehead, she says the same revelations towards Veronica. She is on the brink of orgasm.
I walk behind Krissy and slap her ass with Veronica ten times. Krissy thanked Veronica each time.
"Slaves I have determined that your punishment is done. Veronica will not be kissing your pussy any more today." I removed Jazzy's ankle and wrists cuffs, then the brace on her right elbow then the left; finally I caught her just before she fell on the floor. I carried her to the bed laid her down, went to Krissy, and released her.
"Spoon your slave sister; do not move from the bed I will return in a moment."
"Yes, Master" they said in unison. I walked up to the bathroom grabbed the aloe Vera and cortisone cream went back to the dungeon. I reached down to hand the ointments to Krissy so that she could apply them to each other when
the doorbell chimes. I walk over to the monitor on the wall in the dungeon. I see that it is Jaqueline -- her slave name is Jaxs. I press the intercom button "What is it my sweet Jaxs?"
"Master, may this lonely slave please have permission to enter your home. This slave would like to discuss an important issue with her Master."
"Yes, you may. You are to strip after entering and then come down to the dungeon. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." I press the open door button and watch as Jaxs walks in. Less than a minute later Jaxs is kneeling at my feet in the slave position.
"What is so important that you left early from class to be here in my home slave?"
"Master, this slave did not leave any classes early this slave finished for the semester. This slave has thought what you asked me the other day over the phone. This slave has studied her schedule over the next year and with your permission I want you to breed me, so that I may carry our child." I looked at Jazzy, Krissy, and then to Jaxs. I shook my head.
"What is your schedule like for the three years that make you think that having a child would be easy? You still have classes for your graduation. Your Master thought we discussed this and you would wait until close to your graduation date and not before."
"Master, this slave understands. However, this slave does not want to wait that long to carry your child. This slave would love to walk around campus with her big pregnant belly proudly carrying your child -- our child. This slave is devoted to you Master, and wants to live with you and my sister slaves for the rest of her life. Master, I do not care what others would think of me pregnant at school, home, or anywhere else. This slave would be, no, is proud to be your slave and wants nothing more than to be bred by her one and true Master."
I walked over to the chair that faced my other two slave's backside. I looked down at Jaxs kneeling on the floor waiting for me to answer her or to provide some sort of acknowledgement of her statement to her slave sister's and me. I thought about it. I did not have an answer, I did not have a clue, and I knew she was devoted to me, but to carry our child while going to a university a hundred miles away. She should have the support of slaves, the doctors, and me. Getting the doctors would be no problem, but having one or both of my slaves visit her while they too are pregnant. Nope, not this time. I looked around the dungeon just trying to figure out what the fuck I was going to do. I spotted the swing that hung on the I-beam rail; it could move the length of the dungeon wall to wall. I looked down at Jaxs her glistening eyes full of lust and devotion started to melt my resolve.
"Slave, go to the drawer in the second cabinet and put on the leather cuffs then wait for me at the swing."
"Yes Master." She stood up sashaying her way to the cabinet and put on the cuffs as I instructed. Jazzy and Krissy were still on the bed. I instructed Krissy and Jazzy to the spanking bench. Meanwhile I strapped both of them into the equipment and I caressed both of their asses listening to the moans coming from them. I thrusted two slim dildos into their slick pussies and turned them on high. They shrieked in surprise and then started to moan. I knew that these dildos would only keep them on edge and not allow them to cum and that was my plan. I wanted these three slaves begging me for the orgasm.
"You two will watch how I get your sister slave ready for my seed. It seems that my slaves have been talking amongst themselves about what they want. Is this true?"
"Yes, Master. We want you to breed us at the same time. We want to share this with each other as sister slaves. Your slaves want you to breed us together. We are fertile for the next couple of days Master. Please breed us together." I looked into Jazzy's eyes. They spoke volumes, she too wanted to carry our incestuous child again then I looked into Krissy's eyes I saw the same look. I turned to Jaxs standing by the swing waiting patiently in display position on her Master's instruction her eyes showed the same as her two sister slaves.
"So, my slaves want to be carrying my children at the same time. Well, how can a Master say no to that! Remember I will need recovery time and I decide who will get my load first."
"Yes, Master." They said with a smile on their faces. Oh how I wanted to wipe the smiles off of their faces. I was not a happy Master at this point, the nerve of these slaves brow betting me to impregnate them. Well, if they wanted to be pregnant, it will cost them in pain and flesh. I got my Master face on.
"Slave, get in the swing NOW." I watched Jaxs secure her feet first in the 36 inch spreader bar attaching the left and right ankle cuffs then she jumped up and attached her left hand in the cuff she waited on me to attach the right cuff.
"Master, please restrain my right hand." I walked over and secured the cuff to her right arm. I looked at her. Her pussy was dripping on the floor, her clitoris poking out from under the hood. I turned to my other two slaves who had been strapped to the bench for a while. Running my hand over their smooth asses removing the dildos, I inserted my fingers from both my hands into the drenched pussies. Emitting moans of pleasure, these slaves were primed and ready. I took out the eleven tail flogger; this is the one with heavy leather for tails stings badly and travels to parts of their bodies leaving some nice welts. I looked around the room, I was close to each of my three slaves, and two of them had already been primed. Jaxs was open her ass and pussy available for me to use and abuse, I swung up without looking and struck her pussy which cause Jaxs to cry out. I looked directly into her watering eyes.
"Slave you will not utter a word, a cry, or any other sound, unless it is your safe word. Do you understand?
"Yes, Master." I swung and it connected with her pussy and wrapped around to catch her beautiful cream colored ass. Not one word or sound from this slave, she impressed me for she was my little pain slut. Enjoys the paddle on her ass, the crop, or any other device I may use on her lovely ass.
"You missed me striking your beautiful ass?"
"Oh, God yes Master. I love it when you use this flogger. It feels wonderful across my body. I need my Master to know that I am his to use, abuse, and torment for his pleasure. I love you Master."
"I love you too Jaxs. Now prepare for the flogging before I breed you. Are you ready? No cumming until I instruct you."
"Yes, Master." I twisted the flogger and struck her breast sideways, backwards, and forwards. Each time the flogger would touch somewhere else. Still she never made a sound. My cock was hard as steel at this point watching my slave go through what I delivered to her. I shed my clothes, lowered Jaxs until she lined up with my cock, and slammed forward. I groaned but Jaxs never made a sound. Grabbing her hip, I started to swing her in and out of my cock. I watched her eyes focus on me; she had the look of pure lust and joy. Moving her in and out her head fell back, her breathing changed to rapid raspy breaths. Her cunt was slick and producing juices which dripped down my leg on to the floor. There was a puddle forming below her, it gave me an idea. I pushed her off stepped back and let her swing. She moaned with the loss of my cock in her, but I turned around releasing Jazzy and Krissy.
"Slaves lick the puddle up." Both of them dove into the puddle lapping up the liquid. I stepped up and impaled my cock into Jaxs on her down swing. She screamed from the penetration, I slapped both of her tits leaving red hand prints.
"I said no Noise Slut! Next time I will fuck Jazzy while you watch on attached to Wallie, the wall sybian, not allowed to cum until I tell you." Through deep breaths she answered me. I kept up fucking hard, beating her tits turning them red and sensitive. I stopped and pinched her twin nipples. Her moan was loud with lustful desire and a need to cum which I had denied her. A thought popped into my head. Swinging Jaxs towards the wall, she was not paying attention until she felt the double dildo enter her ass and pussy. Suddenly realizing what I was doing she looked into my eyes pleading me not to torture her in this way. I took hold of the double snap swivel hooks and snapped them into the D ring on the seat of the swing. Essentially, locking her to Wallie, I had installed not just a month before and one I had not tested on my slaves yet. Jaxs was going to be the first. Walking over to the drawer on the cabinet along the far wall I pulled out a penis gag. I attached a 6 inch 2 inch round penis; I told her to open her mouth and inserted the gag securing it to her head. I then gave a pool ball in her right hand. I turned on Wallie at medium vibration through both dildos in her body.
"This eight ball is your safe word; if it gets too much let the ball hit the floor. Otherwise you will be there until I let you down."
"Mfh Mffhhh" She said through the gag. She was already drooling and the seat was slick with her juices. I looked over at my other slaves sitting in slave position -- I had released them after fingering them - waiting on my next command. Walking over to my toy cabinet I grabbed the dildo head gear hid it behind my back. I stood in front of Jazzy. Looking down at her naked form, her nipples pierced with thick barbells and her clit with its closed ring. Make me hard just knowing what she did for her Master and her brother. I put my finger under her chin and pushed up for her to look at me. I then secured the dildo head gear to her.
"You my sweet slave sister will be fucking your sister-in-law slave while your other sister is on Wallie" I reached over and pulled Krissy up by her hair, pushing her over the spanking bench securing her into positon. Jazzy lined up the dildo to Krissy's slick dripping cunt.
"When I tell you to fuck her you will start until I tell you to stop. Slave, you do not have permission to cum." I pulled a mattress setting in down on the floor behind Krissy and Jazzy. "I have decided that Jazzy my devoted first slave and sister will be bred. Every drop of your Master's seed will be inside her cunt. Tomorrow, I will chose who will get my second day seed for breeding. Slaves you're each fertile at this moment and for the next week."
I got so turned on that I wanted to fuck my three slaves, breeding them all in the same day. I got down on my knees behind Jazzy, on the mattress, lifting her hips up lined up my cock to her drenched and sore pussy, and bottomed out in her pussy. I stared fucking her hard and fast shoving my cock deep into her fertile cavity. Jazzy moaned the entire time I was fucking her, since I had already cum some time ago, I was going to last longer. I picked up my pace against her pussy, entering her cervix and uterus, my ten inches providing more stimulation to her fertile womb causing Jazzy to grunt and mew like a small pig.
"OHHH....unnnggg...MASTER...ahhhgg.....Please may this slave cum for you? OH GOD NO...Master Please, I beg you to have mercy on me....OHHHHHHHHHH...SHHHIIITTTTT.....Master, Please Please let me cum for you...unnngggg.....OOOOO....NNNOOOO...MASTER...." Jazzy came and I had not given her permission. Ding...Punishment time, I pulled out walking in front of Jaxs removing the penis gag.
"Slaves, I have a question and want you to think about it. I will let you discuss it among yourselves. I want to permanently mark my slaves, but have resisted because of the nature of the mark. I want to brand my slaves with a brand or tattooed with my brand, I have created. I want you to think about it. It will mean I put a hot iron brand against your skin and burning the flesh permanently marking or inking you as my property. If one does not want it, then none will get the brand or inking. This must be unanimous. Understand."
"Yes, Master." They said in unison. I re-attached the penis gag to Jaxs then I proceed to lie back under Jazzy sliding my hard cock back into her gushing pussy. I slammed home and told her to fuck her sister slave with the dildo. She started moving her head in and out, sliding the dildo in and out of my slave wife's dripping wet cunt. Krissy was moaning loudly through clenched teeth holding off the impending orgasm held beneath the surface. I pulled the Wallie controls to me and started Wallie's punishment on Jaxs. She started to moan and grind her pussy into the vibrating clit attachment, the dildos doing the work of three men. I lifted Jazzy up about four inches and forced my hips into her abused pussy. As I pounded her, her head moved in rhythm with my thrusts and soon I had both slaves begging to cum. I was very close to dumping a few gallons of cum into my sister's fertile womb. I pulled Jazzy's head off of fucking Krissy turned her to look at me while still pounding away on her.
"Do you want my seed Slave?"
"Mfgph MMpfphf" I kept up the onslaught on her pussy going faster and harder.
"Do you want to carry my child?"
"Ooohhh....Gaauuud....Ymph Mpfgr" I spun her around tossed her on her back and slide balls deep into her sopping wet cunt pounding harder and faster. I unstrapped the head gear. I looked over at Jaxs she was having a hard time not cumming watching her sister slave get the fucking of her life. That is what I was going for....pushing her feet towards her head, bending Jazzy in half, I hammered her pussy, I was not close to dumping my load in Jazzy.
"SLAVE, tell me what you want or I pull out and Krissy gets it down her throat."
"Master, brother, My Master. I so desperately want you to breed me, fill me with your incestuous seed, make me carry your child our love child, let our son be a big brother. Master, OHHHH GGGGOOOODDDD Please Please spray your baby batter inside of this devoted slave sister. I want your baby. OOOOHHHHHHH....MMMasssterrrr...your fucckkking me sooo.....OHHHHHHHH GOD Master Pleasssse May I cum....OH MASTER I CANT hold out....OH...Master your cock is growing inside me....OHHHHHHHH....SSSSHHHHIIITTTT....Master Oh Master....PLLLEEAAASSEEEE...."
With that I came slamming hard, deep into my sister's womb feeling the opening of her cervix I pushed she screamed, and I told her to cum, my cock buried in her womb, when her cunt muscles clamped like a vice milking my cock of all my sperm. Her head moving from side to side, the whites of her eyes shown, and she was convulsing on my cock like a fish out of water. It was all I could do to hold onto her. When she finally was able to form sentences, Jazzy looked me in the eye.
"Jason Chase Cooper, Master. That was intense orgasm, Oh God Master another ten seconds and I would have cum and endured your punishment."
I looked at Jaxs she was twitching in the seat. Wallie was still running, she had witnessed siblings fucking and it turned her on. She was cumming the second I entered my sister's pussy while on the mattress. I looked at her sweat dripping out of her hear, her neck, her entire body was wet with sweat. Her juices were all over Wallie, the wall, and the floor. I turned off Wallie and I unclipped her, lowered the swing and on shaky legs she got out of the swing. Looking at me she held Veronica, which I took, she turned around grabbed her ankles and waited for me to punish her for cumming on Wallie. I struck her ass twenty times on both cheeks and 5 on her cunt and she counted them all. I release Krissy and she drops to her knees and cleaned my cock of the combined juices from her sister slave and me. The more she did the harder I got until she was giving me a blowjob. Rock hard I grabbed her by her hair lifting her up I looked straight into her eyes.
"You want Master to breed you like the horny fuck cow that you are?"
"Yes, Master. I am a horny fuck cow that wants to be bred by her one and true Master." Still holding her head by the hair I position her on the floor ass high, head on the floor. I told Jazzy to sit and straddle her head, I told Jaxs to get under her and torture her tits and nipples while I fuck my slave wife. Telling Krissy to raise her ass as high as it would go knees off the floor lick Jazzy's pussy while I pound a baby into her pussy. I got into positon and slammed home in one move. I had bottomed out into her womb it had opened for my cock while I slammed into her fountain of a cunt.
"How does that feel slut? Like that cock buried in your pussy!" Krissy just moaned and moaned as I started my rhythm slow at first savoring her tightness. She lowered her head and started to lick and suck my sperm out of Jazzy's pussy.
Meanwhile, Jaxs was pulling twisting, slapping Krissy's nipples and tits driving Krissy onto a huge orgasm. I wasn't ready to dump yet. It usually takes me a while longer to cum the third time. As I kept pounding Krissy, she kept on moaning louder and louder, begging me to fuck her harder. Finally after what seemed like fifteen minutes my balls were telling me it was closing time. Pulling her head back by the hair I asked her.
"Slave wife you want Masters Baby?"
"Yes, Master I want your baby"
"CUM" is all I said. Krissy's pussy damn near cut my dick off, if it wasn't for the fact I was rock hard it might have, I rammed home and felt her womb open for my cock pumping several ropes of my milky white cream. She screamed her orgasm and the fact she was having the best fucking orgasm of her life. Finally coming down, she never left her positon. I slapped her ass several more times. Her comment "promises promises" I slapped her ass twice as hard after that. After about ten minutes of Krissy bent over and some of my juices dripping out of her cunt I told the slaves to go shower and CLEAN ONLY! They had only thirty minutes to shower then fix dinner. After twenty minutes the girls came down -- naked, clean, and sparkling smelling fresh from the shower. I told them that I expected the food to be ready when I finished my shower. I watched as the three of them said in unison "Yes, Master."
They walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner. I went upstairs to the Master's bedroom as my slaves called it, and took a long leisurely shower letting the hot water run over my shoulders and back relieving my tension. I stepped out of the shower after being in for close to an hour; the hot water was turning cold, put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt walking down the stairs to the kitchen were my slaves had just finished dinner.
"Oh, Master you scared me" Jaxs said. Not that I was trying to be sneaky, but it worked.
"So, is dinner ready?"
"Not yet, Master. We need another ten minutes on the oven rolls."
"OK, then it will be ten strokes of Veronica for the three of you. I did say to have it ready when I finished my shower. I was in the shower for an hour dinner should have been set and waiting on me" Krissy, Jazzy, and Jaxs looked at me dropped their heads and said "Yes, Master. We are sorry for not having dinner ready as per your instructions."
"Is the table set?"
"Yes, Master" Jazzy said.
"Then only five strokes from Veronica." I surveyed the table the food was out except the rolls everything looked great, smelled great, but found only one place setting.
"Slaves did I tell you to set for one?"
"No Master" said in unison.
"Then you have 2 minutes to set the remainder of the place settings. Three more I believe is correct. NOW!"
All three jumped and grabbed the place settings arranged on the table. I told them to move their chairs out about three feet. I had Veronica behind my back Krissy was first to my right. I walked in front of her and smacked her pussy quickly five times. She jumped with each strike and moaned thanking Veronica for her lesson, her juices flowing making a puddle in the chair's seat. Next to her was Jaxs, she had seen what happened opened her legs further and I struck her pussy as fast with some twist in my wrist causing her to jump and cry out. Jaxs thanked Veronica for the lesson squirming in her seat as her juices also puddled in the seat. I slowly walked around to Jazzy; she was nervous and aroused the puddle already forming below her pussy.
"So, little slave, you are my first slave and should know better. You knew I wanted my slaves to eat with me at the dining table. Yet, you didn't tell your sister slaves to set it. For that mistake you will get the same amount of licks from Veronica plus Krissy and Jaxs' kisses as well. Meaning, Veronica will kiss you fifteen times and you will count them and thank Veronica for the lesson after each strike. Questions? Good!"
I smacked her pussy five quick times; Jazzy counted all five and thanked Veronica for each lesson. I struck her again rapidly on her swollen cunt lips, Jazzy counted and thanked again. Then I used my racket ball swing on her juicy puffy red lips kissing them with Veronica, the swing had an added effect of a twist snapping the leather tip squarely on her clit. Jazzy cried out, counted, and thanked Veronica. Her legs had moved together a little, I slapped the inside of her thighs leaving a slightly red mark with both thighs. She opened her legs wider I smacked with a twist again. Direct hit on her clit again; Good lord I am accurate. Jazzy cried out again, counted, and thanked Veronica. This time when I struck two quick twisted strikes on her pointy nipples, Jazzy screamed counted and thanked Veronica.
"You have done very well my little sister slave. However, you have one more to take and you will not realize when it does strike. As I said this I slapped her dribbling cunt using my top spin tennis serve striking Jazzy's pussy square on her lips and clit. Jazzy screamed and came convulsing in the chair holding on for dear life. When she could breathe she thanked Veronica, and gave the final count. I dropped Veronica on the table, straddled her legs, dropped my pants, pulled my cock out, and told her to suck it dry. Oh did she, she didn't use her hands just bobbed on my cock taking it deep in her throat and swallowing my cock. Was the greatest feeling in the world when she kept on swallowing the head of my cock, I didn't last long blasting my cream into her stomach while she swallowed. I stepped back my cock pulling out of her mouth with a pop. Got my pants back on and sat down in my chair scooting forward.
"Well, punishments are over, move closer, and let's eat." The girls smiled scooted their chairs closer to the table and served up the meal. We discussed the house and choirs; we talked about our lives together, Jaxs going back to school after she is pregnant. Making room in the house for three more infants, getting the boys into a different room than the nursery they are in now. Finally, I told them to clear the table, do the dishes, sweep, and mop the kitchen, and after that come into the study wait for further instructions.
As I was walking towards the study, I heard the door monitor announces a guest. I look at the screen stunned in disbelief I know my mouth was wide open. It can't be can it. The woman's face look familiar she was wearing a colored wife beater t-shirt, leather short skirt, calf high laced sandals, and her hair was blonde on blonde -- if you know what I mean. I pushed the intercom button:
"Yes, may I help you?" Releasing the button to hear this woman's voice
"Is the Master of the House in?" I froze.As I was walking towards the study, I heard the door monitor announces a guest. I look at the screen stunned in disbelief; I know my mouth was wide open. It cannot be can it. The woman's face look familiar she was wearing a colored wife beater t-shirt, no bar and her nipples were pushing out making a mini tent, about half of her breasts; leather short skirt, undoubtedly going commando; calf high laced sandals, and her hair was blonde on blonde -- if you know what I mean. I pushed the intercom button:
"Yes, may I help you?" Releasing the button to hear this woman's voice
"Is the Master of the House in?" I froze.
"Who is it Master?" Jaxs asked. I was unable to answer because the voice and the woman matched our mother. I pressed the talk button.
"Who is asking?" I said.
"If the Master of the House will let me in I will explain." I shook my head.
"Jasmine!" I called. "Come to the door please."
"Yes, Master."
"Look at the monitor and tell me who do you think this woman is." Jazzy looked gasped wide eyed she looked at me.
"Master, she looks like Mom sort of. Are you going to let her in?" I pressed the talk button again.
"State your business with the Master." I said.
"I have some information with regards to his mother's whereabouts." I looked from Jazzy to Jaxs then to Krissy who had shown up.
"Krissy, who do you think that woman is?"
"Master, she looks a lot like your Mother but with blonde hair."
"Just a minute please." I said while pressing the talk button. I stepped away pacing back and forth through the foyer. I looked at the girls shrugged my shoulders and told Jaxs to open the door. She stepped into the foyer and greeted by three naked slaves and a dressed male. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly that this woman was our mother.
"MOM? What the Fuck? Is that really you? You look different?" I said dumbfounded. Jazzy leaped into her body wrapping her arms around the woman's waist and started to cry. Krissy and Jaxs stood there mouth open and staring.
"Jasmine, my sweet baby, it is so nice to see you again and you too Jason, my baby boy." I moved and wrapped my arms around her hugging her tight. It was mom, no doubt about it. We stayed that way for a good thirty minutes crying and hugging. Finally, the crying stopped and Mom looked up.
"Well, I see nothing has really changed here except these two lovely ladies. Who are you two?"
"Krissy and Jaxs." I said. "Krissy is my slave wife and Jaxs is my slave. Go get dressed now ladies Please."
"No, Jason. Wait. Married when? I hope it was a lovely wedding. God, I wanted to be there. Master Son may we go to the living room and I will do my best to answer your questions." Oh, that was an understatement, doing my best to keep from absolutely going crazy. I know Jazzy was on the verge of losing it.
"Ok, Mom what gives it's been over three years since you and dad disappeared. We found Dad's body but never found yours for obvious reasons. So, from that point please tell us what happened."
"Oh my god, I have been thinking of this day for nine hundred twelve days, thirteen hours and twenty-five minutes. We arrived on Christmas day traveled to the Ranch. You did know why we were going there right?"
"Yes Mother I knew about your pony training in the Philippines." I said anxiously. She blushed that cute red.
"I was housed at the stables when the Typhoon and wave hit the island we were on. Winds and the waves carried me into a banyan tree about six feet up hanging by my wrists attached to part of the stable hitch naked as the day I was born. I do not remember how long I was there but an old man and his wife found me took me down and helped me back to health. A group of American Rescue Workers showed up asking about victims from the Ranch -- I had amnesia and did not remember anything. The farmer and his wife told them about me. Since, I could not tell them who I was and how I got there, they listed me as Janet Dawn. We traveled back to the aide station setup near the Ranch; I still had the amnesia, so trying to find out any information was bad at best. I was treated, bandaged, and I started to help were I could, one of the other women there British, asked me how long I had been here. Told her my story that I knew, she helped me get back to the states under the Janet Dawn name. Once in the states, the American Red Cross feed us for about two weeks then told us we were on our own. Becky - the British woman -- and I needed money, the Red Cross gave us some money but with no one I could remember, Becky and I found jobs at a strip club, then as an escort and finally we became specialized escorts. Then during one of my sessions, my client was whipping me, I started to remember who and where I came from I told Becky and well here I am."
"Where's Becky now Mother?" I asked.
"Oh she is in the car at the end of the driveway. I told her to wait if I go in. I need to let her in. If that is ok with you?"
"Well, since this is your house I do not see why not."
"Uhmmm....you see she does not know I am your mother. I am Janet Dawn, your former slave you sent to the Ranch for pony training. You have not heard from me since that day the Typhoon hit. I need to get Becky to finish the rest of it."
"You may go and retrieve your friend." I turned towards my slaves, my eyes wide, a stunned Jazzy.
"I will make a decision for the best of this family. Is that understood my slaves. We will work on many things. First, I will hear what she and this Becky have to say."
"Yes, Master." They said in unison. There was a knock on the door and Krissy opened it. Standing behind and to the left was a woman about Moms height and similar build, strawberry blond hair, size C or D cup, an hourglass figure, and long legs. Krissy motioned for Janet and Becky to enter and followed them into the study. Standing, I offered them the couch, Mom was the first to speak.
"Master Jason, I am happy to be returning to your house. This is my friend from Britain Becky McQueen. We meet at the Ranch after the disaster. Please forgive me for no contacting you sooner. This slave's sole purpose was to return to her Master as soon as possible. My slave sister Becky and I would like to dedicate our services to you and your slaves. We understand that we will be the lowest slaves in the house and subject to many new rules. We have no one else to contact nor do I want any other Master. We have been used and abused without love or feelings. I know that this house and my Master will care for his slaves."
Talk about a slam-dunk smack in your face say hello honey kind of request. I looked over at the girls. I could not tell what they were thinking. I needed to know more so I looked mom straight in the eye.
"Slave, go to the study and wait for me there. We must discuss something privately."
"Yes, Master" She said, stood up turned walking with some hip sway into the study. I turned to my other slaves.
"Make Becky feel at home. Go fix something she would like and talk to her make her feel comfortable."
"Yes Master" they said in unison. They walked over to Becky taking her hand and ushered her into the kitchen as I walked to the study. Mom was kneeling with her hands, palms up, waiting for me naked. Stunned I stopped in my tracks.
"Why are in this positon?" I said while standing in front of her.
"Because this is the position a Master talks to his slave. Kneeling, naked, and displayed for her Master." Could not argue with that however more importantly information, not her submission to me as her Master.
"Get up put your clothes on and then sit on the couch. We are going to have a serious discussion before I agree to your request. First, why are you not proclaiming who you are? What in the Fuck is that on your ASS?" Mom turned her head around and a deep blush formed over her body. The word "ASS SLUT" in dark thick black ink tattooed across her cheeks. Mom looked into my eyes, she pleading with me not to ask again.
"I ASKED! WHAT IS THAT ON YOUR ASS?!!!"
"It is a tattoo Sir."
"I can see that SLUT. Now tell me where and why did you get that on your ass?" I angrily stated.
"I was a slave to a cruel master for about eighteen months maybe less, until he was killed. About eight months ago."
"Ok, that counts for twenty-six months, now what about the first ten or so? "What? Who killed him?"
"Becky and I, she has cunt slut across her bare mound."
"How did you kill him and do I need to worry that the authorities will be coming after you?"
"No, Jason, Master. The police took our statement and because of our bruises, it became a self-defense incident. Police cleared us of murder. No other charges were brought up, we were let go free."
"Ok now tell me why you do not want to reveal yourself as our mother?"
"Jason, Master, I would have to certify my existing, prove who I am, and not be the person I want to be. I have accepted that I was Pauline Cooper but I embrace Janet Dawn. Legally you are the sole beneficiary to our estate if I came back from the dead. Everything would be a mess. This way, I am Janet Dawn, your long lost slave asking her Master to accept his slave and her friend into his house for safe keeping and training?"
"Do you remember the day before you and dad left for your trip?"
"Very much so, I do remember, remembered that day the entire time I was there at the Ranch before the typhoon and not until thirteen months ago."
"If I accept you and Becky then you will follow the rules and will do as I say."
"Yes, Master."
"Then walk out to the kitchen and lead Becky to the study."
"Yes Sir." Janet stood up and left the study. I sat and thought for a moment about what Mom had said. I determined that she was right, the inheritance would be invalid, everything would go to Mom, and Jazzy and I would be back to square one. This way it would stay the same and no one would know the difference. I excused Mom/Janet so that I could talk to Becky alone. She was about Mom's height, had strawberry blonde hair, bigger breasted than Mom or Jaxs for that fact; she was under thirty or so of age. I admired her from afar. I told her to sit on the couch and we were only going to talk for a couple of minutes.
"A pleasure to meet you Becky, Janet tells me that you attend the Ranch as well; can I ask for why?"
"First, Sir how am I to address you in this setting. I feel uncomfortable calling you by you name. I am a submissive slave and request your guidance in this matter."
"You can address me as Sir, or Master Jason, or Jason. I am not your Master. Until then use that as your guidance.
"Master Jason, Yes, I was also at the Ranch, but not for pony training. I was there for training for my Master husband, he felt that I needed to be more subservient, docile, and basically a better sex slave for him."
"What happened to your Master?" I asked "thinking" of an opening to what I demanded in this house.
"Master, he was killed while trying to train me to serve him better. A Palm tree branch about 4 inches round into the middle of his chest, while I deep throated him in front of thirty or more people. We were in the main common room when the branch broke through the window. Everyone started to yell and scream, and then the tidal wave hit the resort. I was washed back into the stairwell leading to the upper floors that is how I survived."
"I take it you like to be humiliated?" I queried.
"Yes, Master I also like to be degraded, made to dress as a little girl, usually as a high school student, cheerleader, or a nerdy girl. I enjoy getting spanked, flogged, and whipped on any part of my body. I tend to be a medium pain slut, nothing severe and not too heavy. My breasts and nipples are super sensitive and I will get aroused very quickly, my clit becomes engorged poking out almost immediately. Master, I have no family to go back too. My parents died twenty years ago, I have no siblings, no friends other than Janet. I wish to be included in your house, I know that I would be a low slave, but I feel that with Janet's help I can be trained to your serves." Becky was blushing to the top of her strawberry blonde hair, her neck a beautiful light crimson and her nipples already standing out.
"Becky, if I agree to you and Janet becoming permanent slaves under my protection, you and Janet will have to forfeit everything to my management. That means your money -- should you earn a pay check at a job -- some belongings, your body, mind, and soul will be mine to use, abuse, punish, and train. If you do not agree, you are free to stay here for as long as you need, but should you agree your servitude would start immediately. Before you answer, I want you to go back and get Janet. We have much to discuss, but first tell my slaves to come to their Master in his study. While you wait, discuss all that I have told you with Janet. Once I have summand the both of you, we will discuss your services to me in length. Go do as I instructed."
"Yes, Sir." Becky stood up and walked, well sashayed her way out of the study causing my dick to twitch and got hard. I turned towards my computer, pulled up the slave contract, and adjusted the new dynamic of the house; I made these contracts up when my two slaves were starting out. My slave girls walked in and kneeled by my desk.
"Yes, Master?" Jazzy said.
"I have decided to allow Janet and Becky to live under my protection. I am modifying our original contracts; which everyone will sign to include your new positions as slaves and theirs as low slaves for the time being. Here read this and sign, once you are finished, go get Becky and Janet, return with them." Krissy, Jaxs, and Jazzy read the letters then signed. Jaxs and Jazzy looked at Krissy smiling.
"How can we serve you Mistress?" they said in unison with little smiles on their cute faces.
"Oh, shush...but then again." Krissy smiled.
"Yes, Mistress" Jazzy teased.
"Krissy, go bring our new slaves to the study."
"Yes, Master."
Just as Krissy left the study, Jazzy and I heard the babies cry and start to make noise.
"Go, tend to the children. Do not let the boys come down to see daddy, until I send Krissy to you, is that clear?"
"Yes, Master." Jazzy departed to the kid's room to comfort them and do the motherly things. I heard the boys call for mommy. Jazzy culled them to be quite and then the monitor went silent. Just then, Krissy, Janet, and Becky walked into the study.
"Krissy, please kneel next to me here. Janet and Becky kneel in front of me. In front of you are two contracts which once signed, I will be your Master and owner. Please read the two page document carefully; any questions and we will address them before you sign." Janet and Becky read the document; Janet looked at me and smiled, knowing that would soon have her son as her Master. Becky looked up at me then down at the table, looked over at Janet, waiting for the right time to sign. I looked at Janet with a determined eye.
"Is there something you do not understand Janet?
"No, Master. Well, one little thing and it only matters if it matters to you Master."
"What is that Janet?" I said curiously
"This document is for one year or it could be extended at the slaves request is that right?"
"Yes, you can make this a permanent document or a certain length of time. Please remember that for the first thirty days of this contract you will be in training to determine if you are fit for serving me. First, you will test for diseases, and other medical issues. Then I can add you to the health and automobile insurances."
"So, once we sign, you will own me, us? Becky and I have recent medical paperwork showing we are disease free Master and we can provide that for you to hasten the process of your ownership."
"Yes, once you sign you will be my property to use for my leisure or pleasure."
"Is there something else Janet?" I asked with a commanding tone.
"One last question, Master; will you breed us?" Man can she surprise the shit out of me, although I tried not to show my surprise -- failing I think -- I thought for a split second.
"It will be determined after your thirty days as Slaves in Training."
"Thank you Master for being honest with us; I know that I would love to carry your child, Sir. I have dreamt of it many times in the last nine months." Janet picked up the pen, adjusted her length of service, Becky adjusted the document length of service. Once finished they handed the documents to me. I looked over the additions and I handed them a "BDSM Limits Checklist" telling her to wait for instructions after Janet was finished. I looked at Janet's signed document and the length of the contract. I looked into her eyes.
"Is this correct Janet and Becky -- never to end?" I handed the documents back to them.
"Yes, Master it is correct. I have been gone to long, and do not and will not seek another Master. Becky and I stayed a little over twelve months helping on the island, another four months looking for a Master; we found one but he was cruel and sadistic towards every woman or girl he had in his harem. Becky and I were together when he suddenly had a heart attack after beating my ass and her cunt for his pleasure. I guess you could say he never finished what he started. Therefore, to answer your question and to look at this "BDSM Limits Checklist", I find only three things I will not do Master. One scat -- just yuck; Piss -- euwww...; No permanent marks anywhere on my body, unless Master wishes it." Janet handed over the documents that she and Becky signed. I told my new sluts that they had one hour to look over the list and get it back to me. I left the study to go see my baby boys -- well ok, they were in the terrible two stage at this point, but I loved it. I found Jazzy nursing our son and my other son; they had latched onto each nipple sucking away. I walked over to the boys and patted both their heads and passionately kissed Jazzy feeling under her dress the drenched pussy and her per usual. I returned to my study about thirty minutes later to see Janet and Becky kneeling in proper slave position waiting on their Master to command them.
"Very good Sluts, since rule one is that slaves and sluts will not wear any clothes covering their bodies, unless Master allows it. STRIP!" I watched as Janet unbuttoned the top of her sun dress, it fell in a heap on the floor at her feet; she was totally naked underneath, Becky, unzipped her shirt letting it drop in a pool at her feet, then pulled her shirt over her head, she was naked as well."Both of you put your hands on the desk, lean over, throw your ass up, arch your back, move your feet wider, and breath."
I walked over to the cabinet where Veronica stayed; picked up Veronica and Brute -- that was the leather-studded paddle, and stood behind my new sluts. Yes, they are sluts -- it says so on their bodies. I might consider having those removed, but we will see. With Veronica and Brute in my hands, I turned towards Krissy.
Whispering so that my new slaves would not hear, "Krissy grabbed both training sets from the top drawer in the far cabinet, wait behind our two newest sluts." Krissy nodded and retrieved the ben-a-wah balls, and the butt plugs. She looked over at me and I motioned for the third size from the set of six. She went and stood behind Janet and Becky.
"Sluts, you will receive my punishment and some training devices. You will not remove these devices unless given permission from me or you need to use the bathroom."
Moving to stand behind Becky, I could see that she was dripping and her pussy swollen with arousal, I could even see her protruding clit. Wow, she really did get excited easily; oh will she be fun to have around. I reached under Becky and slide my fingers up the outside of her slick lips, sliding my fingers up and back causing her to moan and rotate her pussy to my fingers. While I was caressing her wet lips in my other hand, I had a set of ben-a-wah balls getting them lubricated to insert into her sweet tight cunt. I moved my fingers faster along the edge of her lips, forcing the balls into her juicy cunt. Becky gasped from the sudden insertion of the balls.
"OH, well well, it seems that this slut likes to have something shoved up her cute little cunt. Well, you are in for a treat my newest slut." I turned on the vibrating balls inside to the lowest setting, not enough to get her off, but enough to keep her on edge for a very long time. Becky gave a low moan when I turned on the balls; I slicked up the butt plug -- size three -- and slowly pushed it into her puckered star. She stood up when the plug was about half way. I pulled out the plug and slammed Veronica five quick strokes to her shapely white ass.
"OOOUUUIIIIEEEE....Master." Becky was dancing on her feet trying to make the pain go away. I leaned in next to her left ear.
"Slut this butt plug is going in. I am your Master now; your body, mind, and soul are MINE! To use and abuse, pleasure, or punish, keep or sell; you seem to forget that I AM IN FUCKING CHARGE! Now, put your tits on top of the table, reach back with your hands, and spread your ass cheeks wide." Becky laid down on top of the table her 42 D's pressed flat, bulging out the side of her chest, grabbed her cheeks, and spread them wide.
"Now, relax and this will not hurt, tense up it will hurt, either way this plug is going into my SLUTS! Ass." With that and no more lube for the plug, I pushed it into her ass, the harder I pushed the more Becky cried out, her breathing ragged and strained, and I kept pushing until the plug seated to the base -- a little flair helped it stay in place.
"Stand up slut." Becky stood up and I turned on both devices to High, Becky nearly collapsed on the floor from the intensity of the vibrations.
"Don't you dare cum slut, if you cum without my permission, that pussy will be beaten until you orgasm or you safe word out. Understand?"
"Yes, Master." Becky said she was trying to stand with the high setting of my torture devices. Becky's difficulties were just starting, I turned down both devices, and Becky seems to relax a little. I walked behind Janet (Mom) and swung Veronica straight into her pussy. Janet yelped and dropped to her knees from the sudden pain. I gave Brute his chance and slapped her tits. Janet screamed, stood up grabbed the table.
"Thank you Master for teaching me to remain still and silent; Thank you Veronica for your lesson to teach me to be a better slut for Master, One Master may I have another." Oh, how she is going to get another and another and another, I have dreamt of this day for at least the last year of so. Now it was going to be reality. I swung Brute up into her Cunt -- juices splashed everywhere, Krissy standing beside me received a bath of pussy juice on her chest, stomach, and thighs, I guess someone will just have to lick that off. Mean time Becky was still holding her ass cheeks and watched Janet get her pussy spanked. I set the plug to medium speed and the balls to high and told Becky to watch Janet cum from my talented manipulation of Veronica and Brute. Becky was turning red doing her best not to orgasm and receive the punishment to her pussy. I started to feel a little guilty, but then remembered she was at the Ranch and her training should include orgasm denial.
"Slut Becky, did you not receive orgasm denial training while at that Ranch?"
"Nooooooooo, Mastttterrr.....OH....PLEASE MASTER.....OH Bloody HELL....OH SHIT!" Becky dropped to her knees in front of me behind Janet's ass and pussy. Shaking from the intensity of the plug and balls vibrating in her and I watched as her juices flowed out of her cunt and into a puddle below her. Taking the last set of ben-a-wah balls and easily slipped them into Janet dripping bare mound; she gasped as I inserted them. I then took the butt plug, lubed it with her generous cunt juice and pushed it into her ass; it was a tight fit and Janet groaned as I pushed it forward.
"Did my slut forget how to accept his plug in your ass? Maybe having my big long wide cock buried in your ass will remind you." Janet moaned louder. Suddenly, I came up with a new plan for Janet slut; I whispered in my slave wife's ear and she went to where the plugs were and brought out the second largest plug. She handed it to me and I pulled out the one from Janet's ass, gave it to Krissy, she licked it clean before replacing it back in the drawer.
"Now, Janet slut, if you are truly what your tattoo says you are then this plug will fit very nicely in your slut ass." While I was talking to her, I was lubing the plug with her copious juices running down her leg to the floor. I put the end of the plug, tapered like a traffic cone, and pushed. I kept pushing until her asshole opened and then it slithered into her until the base stopped it. Janet was holding her breath and I leaned into her right ear.
"Now, Slut is properly stuffed. Stand and show Master you are the slut I know you to be." I turned on her plug and balls to high. Janet dropped to her knees and came; shaking around like a rag doll pushing her pussy up and back trying to fuck the imaginary cock invading her slick cunt. I looked down at her and smiled; yep Janet/Mom was going to in for a very rough thirty days.
"Slut Becky, you see how Janet Slut just came from the vibrations in her ass and cunt. She has cum without my permission, she will receive her punishment later tonight, and you will be there to witness her punishment."
"Yes, Master" Becky and Janet said in unison.
"Krissy, you are to show these sluts around the house and all the areas that for cleaning, and routines that are required to maintain MY house. From this moment until I say these sluts will be doing the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and any other duties I see fit to give them during their stay here."
"Yes, Master. Up Sluts we have lots to cover."
"Yes, Mistress" Janet and Becky said. I turned down Janet's plug and balls to allow her sometime to recover. She and Becky departed for the tour that I instructed my slave wife. I left the study and headed to the babies room, when I walked in there was Jazzy, Reggie on one nipple and Jack on her other nipple nursing away. I noticed that while holding my sons, her fingers were lazily circling her pussy and clit.
"Did I say it was ok to play with that Jasmine?"
"Uhmmm...no Jason, but it helps with letting down my milk for your babies." Hell the boys were almost two years old and still nursing from Krissy and Jazzy anytime they were hungry. Krissy showed up in her nursing gown and took Reggie from Jazzy. She opened her gown on the right side sat down in the other chair our son attached himself to her large nipple and drained her dry. God, it made me hard just watching them suckle on their mother's breasts. I knew then that breeding these two sluts would be a favorite past time for me. I smiled at Krissy; she smiled back with love and lust.
"Kristine, when you are finished feeding our son, please come down to the kitchen. Jasmine your duty today is to keep the boys entertained, they are not allowed down stairs for the day, but maybe later on today we will introduce them to Janet Slut and Slut Becky."
"Yes Jason my love, my husband, and father to our son." She had ways of making me want to fucker her right there in front of our boys, but knowing that I could not. I kissed the tops of my baby's heads and walked down to the kitchen to find Jaxs, Janet, and Becky fixing food for the house.
"Ok, what have you three been talking about away from your Master's influence?"
"Master, I was telling Janet and Becky, how I devoted myself to your service." Jaxs said.
"Yes, Master it is very interesting story she tells." Becky said.
"Yes, well Jaxs did have a way about her when we first met. If my memory serves me, right. It was Krissy you knew before even knowing she was my slave at the time. You and her sister were best friends at the time."
"Yes, Master Krissy's sister and I are still best friends and still are to this day. She has expressed a desire to come visit to see the boys and of course her sister and brother-in-law." Jaxs said sheepishly.
"What Karen wants to come visit; she is aware of my slaves correct?" I should know, however, my slave wife has not been forth coming in that area to her family. It is something that needs addressing soon, I thought to myself.
"So, finish the story of how you became Master's third slave." Becky said breathlessly.
"Well, I had come home from my freshman year of college; two years ago. It was just after the funeral maybe four or five months later. Master and Mistress were not married at the time, but Mistress was pregnant with Master's baby. She was just beginning to show a baby bump. I noticed a couple of things between my best friend's sister and Master. She did not seem like the old Kristine I knew. Therefore, when Master went to work, I cornered Mistress about what was going on between Master and her. At first, she denied anything was going on, but I could see it plain as day. When I told her "I call BULL SHIT"; it was a game that Krissy, Karen, and I use to play, Mistress started to cry. Not knowing it was because she wanted to lift a burden and not tell lies to her family. For the next two hours, Mistress told me what had transpired between Master, herself, and Jazzy. To say that I was stunned was an understatement. Mistress told me that her parents were not happy that she moved in with Master on New Year's Day. They argued about school that she needed to finish etcetera, etcetera, yada, yada. She explained to them that she had been in love with Master since her first year in high school and became besties with Jazzy just so she could be near Master. Then Master's parents died in the Philippines. The devastation to Master and Jazzy almost crippled them both, but Krissy and I came here her to help them get through that time in their lives. Master arranged the funeral service for his parents, called his Uncle in Virginia, who came up for around three months."
"Jack came up here Master?" Excitedly Janet asked.
"Yes, sweet slut, Uncle Jack did show up and that is a topic for a different time slut."
"Yes, Master, please continue Jaxs."
"Around the end of my first year, Karen headed out to Africa or someplace like that for three months returning a week before school started. I was alone during the summer break, I am an only child, Dad died when I was young and mom raised me as a single parent. We did everything together, Mom left for an extended vacation to Europe for the summer returning a week before Karen. Therefore, Mistress called me one day, asked if we could hang out since Master and Jazzy were working, she was lonely, and needed to have another close friend in her life; besides keeping me company, I kept her company. It was the second or third week of summer break, I think end of May, early June when Master came home early in a terrible mood. Mistress meet him at the door naked on her knees. He just walked past her to his study where I was sitting on the couch reading a book. I do not think Master saw me, I know Mistress did not say anything to him. Master sat down in his chair behind his desk not moving, not doing anything. He called Mistress over and pointed to his crotch. Krissy dropped on all fours crawled under his desk and proceeded to suck Master off."
"When I watched Krissy crawl to Jason it turned me on and made me think. The love and devotion to crawl to this man, why would any woman do that to herself, but then I thought about it. Jason, Jasmine, and Kristine were friends with a trust most families provide and at the time I did not know about Jasmine submitting to Jason. I became a wet dream; I was so wet that it was running down my leg, my nipple felt as if they could cut glass and very sensitive, and hornier than I have been my entire life up to that point."
"Yep, and that is when I looked directly at you. Your face was priceless watching your best friend's sister on her knees sucking me off in front of you. You were more embarrassed that Krissy was at the time. However, you never stopped looking at Krissy or me. What did I do next slave?"
"You told me to stand up and come over to where you were. Told me to look at Mistress' eyes and asked what I saw in her eyes."
"What did you see my lovely slave?" I asked inquisitively