Chapter 5

“Sir, I’m so turned on by watching you fuck my Mum with your enormous cock, and when you shoved it in her arse, I lost control and wet myself; please fuck me. I need to feel your giant cock in my tight little pussy, sir. Please, make me cum, please fuck me. I’m begging you, I’m on fire, and I need to feel your cock in me to satisfy my desire, pleeeeease.”

“Kelly, the game is over.” I looked over at my wife, who was still bent over, gagged, and bound. I went to her, and after removing my wife’s gag and releasing her from her bonds, she said, “Thank you, sir. Please fuck my daughter. I want to watch her lose her virginity to the man I love.”

“Mel, the game is over. You don’t have to call me sir anymore, and no, I will not fuck your daughter, even though I would love to, she’s so fucking hot, but my cock belongs to you.”

“But, sir, she is begging you, and I give you my permission to fuck her, listen to her calling out, asking you to fuck her. Please do it for me, sir.”

I was angry and didn’t want to continue with this charade any longer. I only did it to please my wife, and now look at the mess I’m in with both girls still calling me sir. I want it to end.

“Melanie, Kelly,” I shouted. “The fucking game has finished. Stop calling me, sir. I’m sick of it.”

Kelly was still bound to the chair when she said, “Sorry, Dad. Will you please untie me, then fuck me?”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Kelly. I would love to fuck you, but I gave my cock to your mum. Her pussy is the only one I fuck. Sorry, the answer is no.”

“But, Dad, Mum said she would let you fuck me...”

“Mel, you sort this mess out. I don’t know whether you’re testing me to see if I will stay loyal or if you would be happy for me to screw your daughter, despite what you said yesterday. I’m going inside.”

I went inside, leaving Kelly tied to the chair and Mel pondering what to do.

It took a long time before both girls came inside, sat at my feet, and apologised.

“Girls, please don’t sit at my feet and apologise. It reminds me too much of the Dom/sub-game. Come and sit with me on the sofa, please? Let’s have a group hug, and how about we get a takeaway for tea? I’m fed up with making all the decisions and bossing you two around.”

I don’t know what I said, but both girls started to laugh and giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, being confused.

“Nothing, hubby, just girl talk, or we might call it. The power of the pussy.”

That left me confused even more. I hadn’t a clue what my wife and her daughter had been discussing outside; it took them so long to come in, and I still didn’t get it, and neither one was about to tell me.

Life returned to normal; although Mel was in a lot of discomfort, her arse was sore and required a pillow to help her sit.

The three of us went to bed at the same time. Mel looked pretty exhausted from today’s activities, and she kept rubbing her arse cheeks. “Lie face down on the bed, sexy, and let me gently massage your arse cheeks, and then you can tell me what you thought about the past 24 hours.”

I got a bottle of aloe vera, applied a liberal amount to her arse cheeks, and gently massaged my wife’s buttocks for 30 minutes to help soothe the pain. Mel was so relaxed after the massage she told me what she thought about our Dom/sub day by saying, “When can we do it again? I loved how you took control and told me what to do and how I should dress. It thrilled and humiliated me when we went to the pub wearing no underwear, putting me on show, using me as an exhibitionist. I was so excited my pussy was aching for your cock, but you left me out to dry.

“The most embarrassing and humiliating moment was when you had me dress like a hooker to go to netball, and there were parents at the game I knew. I don’t know how they will react when I see them next.

“The fucking you gave me at the end was intense and put me into orbit yet again, and the caning, well, I’m glad you stopped after twelve strokes. I knew I couldn’t take anymore, even though I’m a masochist. I wanted to call out “red,” but being gagged, I couldn’t. We need to find another way of identifying when to stop when I’m gagged, but you could do it to me again, no problem. I loved it. Please do it again. I want you to dominate me all the time.”

Mel shocked me when she said she wanted to do this again, and I thought she would have had enough of what I made her do, particularly of how I humiliated her. My wife is an insatiable masochist.

“I am ever so sorry. I never gave your safe word a thought. You’re right we must have a way of you letting me know if I have gone too far when you are gagged. Please, how can I make it up to you?”

“You don’t have to do anything different. I love what you do to me, the pain and the orgasms caused when the endorphins are released excite me so much, keep doing the same. At least we are both aware we need to devise another way for me to tell you when to stop.”

“Agreed. What about when I played with Kelly? Did anything upset you?”