Chapter 12

Putting the children to bed for the night wasn't as easy as just that, however. It took warm milk and cookies, and a bedtime story, but I didn't mind any more than Lisa ... nor David nor Amber. Most importantly, neither did the grandparents and Aunt Molly, the latter of whom actually read the story to the kids. Even so, once they were out, those babies were totally out for the night and we could count on them staying so for the night, especially given that they had already stayed up too long.

Well, once the kids bedded down for the night, I turned to the assembled guests, in what was a rather crowded living room, telling them, "Folks ... we have discovered some things that bind several of us in common.,, various overlapping relationships, bonds, intimacies, etc. between many of us here, as well as other things that might cause our actions to affect each other, so I think that those of us affected by these events, arrangements, what have you ... to have a chance to think, speak, and listen in order to know what we all want to do about them. Some things are more settled, from what I've seen and heard, but that is far from everything, of course. Who wishes to speak first?"

"Yes, I think that I will ... Guys, including Dan ... and Lisa, I owe you an apology. I've been very horrible to you, and I'm actually glad that I've been able to atone for it ... though, admittedly, Mistress Holly and Mistress Shelly have made it enjoyable enough in their own way. It is a healthy mix of pleasure and pain, and I have discovered that I am, in fact, one of those men who enjoys submitting to women. Anyway, I wanted to voice my remorse as well as my devotion to my two ... Mistresses," James, or rather Jaime, announced to us.

"All this in ONE day? What the hell did you do to this guy?" I asked Holly and Shelly, both of who winked at me.

"Let's just say that he discovered that it is sometimes indeed better to give than to receive, especially when he got all the chocolate silk pie he could eat. He also lost all of his body hair and we'll make damn sure that it doesn't grow back. We're changing his name to Jamie as well. He'll be our androgynous plaything and he has agreed to that, in fact. Now, Jamie, remember that you're to address everyone here as Sir or Ma'am. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress Holly," Jamie answered nervously.

"In any case, between licking us more than he could ever imagine doing to a woman ... and having us use him anally with our strap-ons, we've got Jamie right where we need him ... admittedly, we also give him plenty of pussy and ass to fuck, too. He's our personal pet and we'll do whatever we please with him. In fact, I think that he's starting to fall for us... ," Holly demanded to know.

"Yes, Mistress Holly, I am in love with both of you and would gladly do whatever you wish," Jamie began kissing her feet in front of everyone.

"Oh, that's another fetish of his ... kissing and sucking feet. It's not for me, but, hey, it works for him and shows his proper submission to us," Shelly giggled now.

"Anyway, I don't know that I want him around here much in the future, even so, but perhaps you ladies have something to convince me otherwise. Still, I wanted to touch base with you about your plans for James ... Jamie, I mean, and for everything else. Any thoughts?" I asked the two workers from my shop, who certainly could make any heart throb.

"I can understand you feeling that way. The man was a destructive interloper, but that man is gone and he won't be coming back. We've killed James. Meet Jamie, and he is much improved over James. If he didn't present a threat to your family anymore, and trust me, he doesn't, would you be opposed to him serving Lisa now and then to atone for how he treated her?

"Also ... I get that you don't find him attractive. I can understand that. However, perhaps you'd like to appoint someone else to stand in for you, as you're an injured party as well. What do you think? Lisa and the person that you designate, getting to use Jamie however they wish for short periods of time, mind you. We'd want our slut boi back, of course," Holly declared her own, firmly held views on this and other topics of relevance here.

"Okay, then ... I pick ... Pastor Tucker. Yes, Lisa's father will stand in for me on this point. Why? That's quite simple. While Amy has some demonstrable Domme skills, and you might want to consider lending him to her now and then on her own merits, Pastor Tucker is not only bisexual, but I think that he's still more than a little angry at how Jamie treated his daughter. This will help insure that he doesn't get off lightly, of course. Dads are not known to treat men who have mistreated their daughter all that well," I declared, and I could see Jamie visibly shiver, but he then hung his head in shame. He had it coming, after all.

"That's very true. I don't appreciate that Jamie here, when he was James, blackmailed and pimped out my daughter like she was some kind of crack whore! What we're is sinful, Biblically speaking, but we're not harming others. Making my Lisa turn tricks for his own amusement, against her will ... that's just evil, so I resent that and I will gladly stand in for Dan. If Jamie is serious about atoning for his crimes against Dan and Lisa, that is. It won't be fun for him, but that's the point ... well, at least not all of it will be fun for him," Lance told us with a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I am serious and so are my Mistresses, I think that you'll find, Sir. I'll accept whatever punishment you impose on me," Jamie visibly shivered, "And the same for you, Ma'am," he told Lisa, much more respectful in his tone than before.

"Well, with me, I want to pimp Jamie out as I please, just as he did to my daughter," Lance said, at which point Shelly had a devilish look on her face.

"I suspect that's one form of revenge that Dan can do himself, if he wishes. It won't count against your choice, since if you think of it, both of Lisa's parents should count as Jamie's victims, too. I propose that they both turns to do what they will with him. I understand wanting him to suffer as he made her suffer, though. Dan, you really deserve a slot of your own, without it counting against Lisa's folks," Shelly declared.

"I agree with that," Holly beamed.

"Well, yeah, THAT I can bring myself to do ... to pimp Jamie out as I please. I won't need to do anything to him myself for that," I chuckled and Jamie froze in terror at the look on my face ... sheer vengeance.

"So, still want to pimp Jamie out, Lance, or something else, since Dan is handling that for you?" Holly continued.

"No, I want to make him bend over and take it in the ass for me. It's true, I was thinking of payback in kind for Lisa first, as a father should. That taken care of, I'll use his ass whenever I please, though he has to take regular enemas and clean out for it, for obvious reasons, especially since I plan to go bareback. And don't count on generous amounts of lube, either, Jamie. Especially not at first. Your asshole is going to be rather loose and sore by the time I'm done with you, leaving aside the pegging that you apparently get from Holly and Shelly," Lance warned them, "Oh, and of course, he'll suck my dick and drink my piss whenever I wish it."

"That seems fair enough by our standards. And you, Lisa?" Shelly asked her bluntly.

"He needs to experience what it's like to be a woman, and that he shall with me. I want to make the bastard know what it means to wear a dress, heels, etc. He'll have to bend over for my strap-on and take it in the ass regularly. I won't be gentle, just as he was never gentle, and I won't care whether he cums or not. If he cums, he'll have to lick it all up, too. He'll have to wear make-up and get at least temporary earrings. It would be better if his ears were pierced, but here I have to defer to your rights as his owners.

"I'll also share him with Mary and some others, though I won't pimp him out like Dan is doing. It's his turn to be the woman, not mine, in our relationship, if you will. He'll furthermore have to eat any cream pies that other men leave behind, after watching them fuck me. Since he's going to be treated as a woman, he can only fuck me with a strap-on, not his own cock and he will stop when I say so. His own cock will be locked away in a chastity belt or cage during those times to prevent him from getting any ideas. He will NOT cum on my marriage bed or anywhere else in my house. If Mary or the others let him cum inside them, he must clean up for himself right afterward. Of course, they could make him wear a condom instead.

"He isn't my husband, my boyfriend, my brother, or my father, so what do I care? He's not even a friend with benefits. He's my plaything during those times, nothing more than a toy ... and he'll have to lick my boots, rub my feet, suck my toes, of course. Might even use him as a serving boy for any parties where his presence wouldn't raise eyebrows ... well, presence nude or in drag, that is," Lisa snickered at that idea.

"And you?" Shelly asked Annabelle, my mother-in-law.

"Well, it won't be pretty. Lisa is my daughter, and frankly we're very close, I believe. He wronged Dan, yes, but by blackmailing Lisa, he wronged her more. He's gonna be my little bitch all the way and my little cuckold to boot ... and boots he will lick, too. Forget cumming when you're around me, boy! You'll wear a cock cage with me, too!" Annabelle was, not surprisingly, very wroth with Jamie still and she made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate any insolence or defiance on his part.

"That settles it, then ... Jamie won't be caged at home at all, because he'll get all the caging he needs at your two homes. Not that I object. We agreed that he should atone, but this makes it all the more critical that he have a safe haven and refuge from such punishments. Besides, if we are that safe haven, especially with plenty of sex thrown his way, albeit it on our terms, and forget masturbation, buddy ... then ... he'll come to appreciate his two ebony goddesses even more, won't he?" Holly noted with a diabolical leer as she cupped her slave boi's cock and Shelly caressed his buns lovingly ... ugh, no accounting for taste there, though objectively, he wasn't that ugly ... just a bully, or at least he had been.

Jamie's relief was immense, until Holly added that, "Incidentally, however, tonight, while we're here, Jamie is going to be lent out to all of you who want to use him, in whatever way that you wish to do so. Also, Amy, we'll take your possible help in training him under advisement, of course. As it stands, we've agreed to grant virtual carte blanche to everyone here who wants a piece of Jamie. Tonight, at least ... no promises about the future, we can all enjoy him as we please ... each of us."

Jamie became very scared when he heard that, and as well he had right to be. He had made more enemies than even Hillary Clinton, and that was saying something! Yes, he had cause to be afraid ... even Jonathan and Shawn despised the man, but then, they both adored Lisa in their own way ... differently from me, of course. The other Jamie, Angel's and Summer's first cousin, didn't much like that he shared a name with THAT Jamie, and therefore insisted that the spelling be changed back, even if the pronunciation wasn't. Holly and Shelly agreed, not that it mattered much. Free Jamie and Slave Jaime were two very different men, and it was clear that most of the time, Jaime would answer to things like "worm" around many of those present ... at least for the night.

"Alright, then, that disposes of Jaime, of course. Who's next, then? And any thoughts on the idea of all of us sharing a home together ... or at least some of us," I suggested abruptly.

"Including us?" Holly spoke again.

"If you wish. I wouldn't oppose it. Just keep him on a leash, both of you, okay?" I referred to Jaime.

"With pleasure," Shelly answered now with a deliciously wicked smile...

I got the distinct impression that she might someday take that admonition quite literally, assuming that Holly approved of it ... given how much Holly laughed in response ... it was a very safe bet, in fact. Neither woman seemed opposed to being firm when necessary with their kept man.

"Next case, that of the Reverend Jonathan R. Cummings, who recently agreed, last Sunday, in fact, to submit to those that he has wronged. Does he wish to back out of any of that, or do any of his partners wish to ... ease up on him a bit? If so, how much and why? Also, shouldn't he do something for Angel, too, given how he treated her?" I noted abruptly.

"I ... have a proposal that might surprise some of you. As you know, Chrissy and I are lesbian lovers. That's a fact. We're going to get married. That's also a fact. We love each other very much and want to have children together, and that's where Jonathan comes in ... and you, Dan ... and David ... along with Jason, if he's willing ... this is a great way for Jonathan to atone and make it up to us, of course. It's not fair to the husbands, what we did to you, but we had to be true to ourselves.

"However, we badly need to conceive and soon ... we want to be mothers together of the same children ... each two by the same man. So ... here it comes. We're still gay and we still insist upon that being respected, of course. We are getting divorced and we will marry each other ... and there will be no sexual congress with any of the men. We're full-on, one hundred percent, six on the Kinsey scale, honest-to-goodness lesbians here and we will refuse to sleep with any man, but we've agreed to perform sexually for the viewing pleasure of any man willing to donate ... so he can cum in the cup faster and easier. That's right, just for the donors ... you can watch," Angel assured us, much to my shock.

"Deal, at least for me ... and Jonathan, if he willingly submits to this ... if he's smart and wants to please me, he will. Otherwise, well, he'll have to deal with the consequences now, won't he?" I informed the couple, while Jonathan shook, shivered, and swallowed hard.

"Sorry, just can't do it. I am happy for both of you ladies in a way, but it's still like a punch in the gut to see you two all lovey-dovey with each other. I can't just watch and give you my seed ... I was expecting to make Chrissy conceive the natural way ... and now this instead. It's just too much. Sorry ... I just can't," Jason wept openly, causing Summer to walk up to him.

"Jason ... I have been holding this back until now ... but I want you back. Since my sister took your wife away, not that they meant any harm by it ... but, can I make it up to you? Jamie and I ... we're lovers, yes, but we want to add you to the fun. Jamie's very ... bi, and he wants the three of us to be lovers, but exclusively. Sorry, the rest of you guys. It's just what we want. We've both agreed to it. Just a strict menage a trois relationship between the three of us ... and Jamie already knows that you like guys.

"Remember, you had a fling with him early on, but felt guilty about cheating on Chrissy and abruptly stopped it. Just us three Musketeers, that's all. Jamie initially hoped for this with Lisa, but he soon realized that it wasn't to be. No offense, Lisa, that's just how it is. What do you think, Jason?" Summer offered him with a kiss, while her cousin Jamie planted one on him as well.

"You mean it ... just us three? For life. No interlopers. No affairs. No danger of someone else walking off with one of you? Well, I could give it a shot. If it doesn't work, no regrets, right?" Jason answered while Summer and Jamie felt him up...

To be honest, it was harder to tell whether Jason or Jamie were the bigger twink, but they both obviously enjoyed each other's attentions ... and Summer's. Jason had a past with both of them, too ... and now a future as well. So what if it was two men and a woman? Polyandry was every bit as valid a lifestyle as polygamy and monogamy, wasn't it? Personally, I was happy for all three of them, and I think that Lisa was more than ready to let Jamie go. It was only a fling, after all.

"Excuse me, but I think that the three of us need to get home and put out some old flames. Two men ... I'm gonna be one hell of a busy gal, but it's so fucking worth it!" Summer giggled as she led her boyfriends out of the house and many of us grinned, knowing what was up with them.

"Back on topic ... I'm open to being a donor, as I said. What of you, David?" I asked my loving brother-in-law ... and self-declared bottom boi (which reminded me ... I still hadn't tapped his sweet ass ... well, that would come soon, I resolved).

"Works for me. Watching is better than nothing at all, and Angel and Chrissy have every right to deny us that, since it's their private love life. This is a bonus and probably steamier than watching a lesbian porn flick, since we knowing that the women really are hot for each other. It's a deal," David smiled.

"Very well, then. If that's all, we'll be on our way, too. No further need to stick around, folks. I got a beautiful lady who needs my country girl lovin'," Angel snickered as she picked Chrissy up and carried her over the threshhold out of the house toward Chrissy's car.

"So, that's out of the way. What next? Oh, yes ... back to Jonathan's situation. Any thoughts on his penance?" I asked everyone.

"Well, if you recall, I put you in charge of me and my fate. I still mean that in every sense of that declaration. I still plan to wear that cock cage except when you let me out of it. I still plan to bend over whenever asked, to eat pussy, rim ass, suck cock, and do whatever else you guys want me to do. I'm the shared property of those of you whom I wronged, plain and simple, and I will be for the next year. I'm willing to sign a contract to that effect and hand the keys to you, Dan, as soon as the cock cage arrives in the mail.

"I, Jonathan Roger Cummings, personally surrender my body, my life, and my will over to those whom I have recently harmed or mistreated in some way. That includes Arlen, Jenna, Amy, Lisa, and Dan, though only Dan will have the keys. Actually, I think that I wronged Lance here, too, come to think of it. It's only right to add him to this, too, since I delayed his retirement by my actions here. What do you think, guys?" Jonathan reiterated his determination to see this through, much to my shock, since I suspected on some level that he would try to go back on his word ... instead, he had even added a sixth victim to the list of his owners!

"Very well, then. From now on, you're to be naked in this house. No more clothes. You can put them back on when you leave, but whenever you show up for duties to any of us at my house, you strip to your birthday suit and prove to us that you have kept your body hair off, too. You must be smooth as can be, do you hear me? Sleek, smooth, and clean-shaven. No facial hair at all. Nothing on but your cock cage, which I trust will cover only your dick ... and then only partially at that. So ... strip!" I commanded Jonathan, testing his will to submit to us.

Jonathan, not as awkwardly as one might think, disrobed with remarkable ease, letting us get a damn good view of his prick and his balls, as well as his ass. Well, that pubic hair would have to go for sure, along with the butt hair (what little he had ... he wasn't the most Neanderthal-looking man unlike me) and all the other body hair. He looked like a twink already as it was.

"Time for each of us to decide what to do with Jonathan, for our part. Starting with Lance, since he has said nothing about such things in the past, so we have no clear picture of what he wants from Jonathan. Lance, what do you intend for Jonathan? Any idea?" I asked my father-in-law now what he wanted from my wife's boss.

"Okay, I want him to suck my cock whenever I wish, to bend over my desk and let me fuck him in the ass whenever the fancy strikes me, to shower with me now and then, and to fuck Annabelle, Michelle, Sarah, and Mary Beth whenever they ask for it. I'd add Lisa, but I don't know what her plans for him are. In fact, I want him to perform every sex act that they ask of him, too, as well as what I demand from him. I also want him to fuck Jessica Connors whenever she asks for it. And Debbie and Steve, too, if they wish it.

"And I want it on tape, too. Anyway, that's what I want ... sex on demand for me and whomever else I designate ... on tape. As for his own releases, well, they can happen during sex with the ladies, but no jerking off at my house! He'll eat his own cum, too! When not fucking, he reports back to you to put his cock cage back on! And his attitude had damn well better be respectful! No cussing us out, calling us names, etc. Naturally, he's to strip whenever he arrives and wait for me in my study. He'll be on call, of course ... whenever he isn't working, raising his kids, or already servicing someone else, he'd damn well better show up to do his duty as a slut boi!" Lance answered somewhat predictably, except for adding the requirement to fuck his daughters, in fact.

Jonathan didn't seem too displeased by these rules, so I had some hope that he would follow through with accepting his punishment, in fact. I had my own ideas for him, though I wasn't sure if he would take them well. If not, too bad. He had agreed to this year of bondage ... and if he wanted my forgiveness, he had better follow through with it.

"Very well, then. Amy, what do you think? What are your plans for Jonathan?" I asked my new friend with benefits, part-time lover, whatever...

"I'm going to peg him regularly, make him suck my strap-on ... make him eat my pussy and ass, ride him whenever it suits me, spank and whip him whenever I wish, tie him up whenever I like. Oh, and I'm going to marry him. Yes, you heard right. Jonathan, you can divorce me when the year is up, as that's your right. But during our year of servitude, I'm going to be your legal wife as well as your Mistress. Is that clear? I'm going to tape our wedding night ... and our honeymoon, and yes, there will be one ... and plenty of other occasions.

"I'm going to kiss you whenever I please, fondle you ... cuddle with you, spoon with you, cook for you, nag you, and generally give you the stereotypical marriage experience, except that there will be no question who controls the household and wears the pants, will there? You'll move in with me and do my bidding. I'll expect gifts, chocolates, flowers, etc. You'll be a very loving husband to me. You'll shower with me as well. Oh, and I'll have men and women over to fuck both of us as they and I please ... YOU will have no say in the matter. You're to be naked at home at all times, too. You're to shave regularly, keep the hair off your body, and you're going on the diet that I intend for you. You'll be taking daily multi-vitamins, too.

"As for your cock cage, well, I'm ready for suggestions from Dan, if he has any. I don't want that cock cage in my way whenever I want to fuck Jonathan. The more I think of it, the more I think that it's more trouble than it's worth. Too many complications. What do you think, Dan?" Amy asked me now.

"Easy ... my earlier suggestion, in case you forgot it. Move in with us. This means that I would be close on hand and could release him whenever you needed sex. We pool our money and get a nice, sprawling mansion that we can share. Oh, and Jonathan quits his old job and starts working for me from now on. Agreed? Just be aware that at work, he'll be on my time, not yours, and that I'll share him regularly with Holly and Shelly. Since you get to be a Hot Wife and fuck whomever you like, and since I have rights to him, too, I trust that this won't be an issue," I proposed.

"Can I get a copy of the key, anyway, in case I need it?" Amy asked me with a pout.

"Of course. Jonathan gave me the key, but he didn't say anything about me not copying it. It's my key, and if I want to copy it out, so be it. Stands to reason that, as his Hot Wife/Mistress, for at least a year, you should have unfettered access to his cock and balls. I take it that you hope that he doesn't divorce you," I grinned now at Amy's obvious passion for Jonathan, her ex-boss.

"Well, to be perfectly honest, crazy as it sounds, I'm rather sweet on the guy. I think it might be true love. Am I weird or does that somehow make sense? I just want to have the power in the relationship for a change," Amy declared with a kiss to Jonathan's lips.

"You mean it? You're in love with me?" Jonathan reacted to both the confession and the kiss with both arousal and shock.

"Hell, yeah, Boss Man! Just get used to taking orders from now on, okay? The worm has turned, baby, and you'll be servicing me under the desk instead of vice versa at times," Amy winked at him playfully as she cupped his balls, "Oh, and now that you're growing more attracted to him, and I can tell that you are, I hope to have plenty of threesomes with you, him, and me, plus other combinations, though I prefer to be involved on some level in most of his activities in the future, if that can be helped. Poor guy ... he's gonna get more sex than he knows what to do with, but he can expect to spend a lot of the time as the bottom, not the Top."

"Sounds like she has real plans for your future, buddy. As for the rest, anything else?" I wondered now.

"Just ... get used to doing as you're told, Johnny Boy. I strongly believe that by the time that you are done with our year together, you'll never want to go back to your old ways. You won't want a divorce. You'll want to stay in bed with me and be my personal slut boi. Just think of it. All the pussy, ass, and tongue that you could ever hope for, plus a good deal of cock, too. I won't hold your service to the others against you or expect fidelity from you or act jealous or punish you at all. I'll let you suck my tits, too ... even titty fuck me.

"Even when the year is up and you're free of the obligations, I won't ask you to stop seeing the others. Hell, we'll still be living with them, after all. Just don't expect me to be faithful, either, because I won't be. Dan, David, Lance, several others that I can think of, will all get to fuck me just as I hope that you will let them fuck you. That includes ladies, too. I honestly hope that you agree, after the year is up, to sign a new contract as my slut boi husband and love slave. I'll be the Hot Wife and Mistress of your dreams. Don't sweat it, honey. This coming year is gonna be great and you'll be happy as a clam. Oh ... I do have to warn you that I'll expect you to drink my piss, too. Don't worry ... you can wash it out and rinse out your mouth, but you'll be my toilet ... for number only, of course. I'll reward you amply for that, I swear," Amy assured her new boy toy.

"What about me?" Jenna now pouted for her turn.

"Ah, the sweet sister-in-law. I'm done with my announcements. I'm eager to hear what Big Sister has in mind for her little brother. What do you think, Dan? Should we yield the floor to Jenna?" Amy said while now guiding Jenna's hand to Jonathan's ass.

"Sure, shoot," I smiled at Jenna, who blushed and turned to Jonathan.

"I ... want in on Amy's act. Mistress, Hot Wife, all that jazz, but with a side of incest. Oh, and forget what I said before. I do want to have his babies ... and yours ... and David's, among others. How about it, Amy? Mind a third wheel ... a sister-wife? I'd gladly be your wife as well as his ... though we'll all be Dan's lovers, too. Sound good?" Jenna licked her lips as she began groping her brother in cooperation with Amy, the man's new fiancee.

"Baby, I wouldn't have it any other way, now that you proposed it! See, Jonathan? A lifetime of you, me, and Jenna in the sack together, fucking like bunnies! How does that grab you?" Amy asked him with a deep tongue kiss.

"God ... this is just ... wild! I never dreamed that this would lead to a marriage ... and one that would include my sister outright. My last marriage, I was terrified that Angel would learn of me boning Amy and Jenna ... now I will be married to both of them. It's a fucking wet dream for sure! I feel as if ... it's a reward, not a punishment!" Jonathan groaned as he reveled in their touch.

"Oh, there will be punishing aspects, I promise you, but even in Hell, you can go to Heaven now and then, and even in Heaven, you can descend to Hell," I waxed poetic, "As for me ... you'll service me on demand, as I have noticed myself more attracted to you than I was in the past. You'll also service Holly and Shelly if they wish it. You'll work for me, as noted, and you'll follow my dress code. You'll wear your cock cage under your clothes and not complain if I don't release you every time that you wish it. After all, the cage was your idea, not mine.

"You are to pleasure not only me, Holly, Shelly, and the others that we mentioned, but also Amber, David, Deanna, and anyone else that I have in mind. Oh, yes, you'll be a very busy slut boi and bottom bitch for sure. Your ass, cock, balls, and mouth will be very sore ... and you'll probably never walk normally again, due to your high-traffic bottom. Don't worry, though. We'll keep it discreet enough that you won't get too embarrassed, even with some of our more radical ideas. Besides, it's for a year ... unless you want it to be longer, of course.

"You'll service anyone else that I indicate and you'll do so gladly. No complaints. Oh, and I'll also do sessions with you ... BDSM sessions, with you tied to a St. Andrew's Cross, a rape rack, a spreader bar, a pillory, etc. I plan to get those things in time and find a nice location for them. You'll wear a mask whenever I wish it and sometimes, you'll service masked people or be asked to fuck or be fucked by someone whom you don't even know or recognize. Sometimes, you'll be blindfolded, in fact. As indicated before, you'll donate sperm to Angel and Chrissy, too.

"At times, I plan to start holding parties, including masked balls and such ... and you'll attend in a mask ... and in drag. Yes, you'll be quite the drag queen at times, and I'll expect to play your part properly. It won't just be at parties. You see, your dress code is exactly that. A dress ... or skirt and a blouse. Pantyhose. High heels at times, but not always, as it can be rough to walk on those motherfuckers. I should know. I had to dress up in drag and heels for a play a few times. The things that one does for the theater! Anyway, get used to looking pretty in pink or purple ... and being made up like a doll, as you will be, slut boi! You'll work only in women's clothes, not men's ... at least for this year.

"Anyway, at those parties, if a man or woman wants to grab you and have their way with you, you will let them do just that. I look forward to seeing you pulled aside into a hallway, bent over a futon, or taken in the bathroom over the sink. I can just picture the cum leaking down your thighs to your ankles, while you walk rather funny in high heels or 'fuck me' pumps. I suspect that the sheer amount of traffic in your asshole make it nice and loose well by the end of the year. Oh, and you'll answer to 'Joanna' at all such parties and at work. Is that clear? You'll take on a female alter ego and work in that role, with not a hint that you're male ... don't worry about the bathroom. I went unisex there a long time ago," I informed Jonathan, who only grew harder as he heard this ... yeah, he was one hell of a kinky SOB, but then so was I in my own way.

"Yes, Master," Jonathan blushed now, his stiff dick refusing to soften now, no matter how much he willed it to do so.

"Your turn, Lisa," I asked my lovely slut wife what she wanted from our mutual sex slave.

Lisa had a delightfully wicked look on her face and pushed Jonathan's face down between her thighs as she started to address the matter, "Oh, that's obvious, I think. Jonathan here doesn't offer me much in the way of woodman's work, but his tongue is amazing. On the other hand, I want him to have an incentive to sign up for longer, as I really would miss his oral favors. So, here's my idea. Whenever he arrives for a session, I'll make him eat me out, no matter what. Sometimes, I'll let him fuck me afterward, in a hole that I get to choose! After that, he will have to clean it up ... orally, of course.

"Sometimes, however, he'll have to sit and watch me fuck other men ... bareback, of course, and then he'll have to clean me out with his tongue. During those times, he'll remain in his cage, so he doesn't jack off while watching us. Sometimes, I'll fuck other men first, and then let him fuck me afterward, and again he must clean it all up. The only times that he wouldn't have to do oral cleaning duties will be when I'm trying to get pregnant ... by him or someone else. Even then, if anyone fucks my ass, he'll have to lick that up, too.

"Oh, and naturally, there will sometimes be threesomes, but if they're with women, he'll have to clean them up, too. If they're with men, he'll have to suck those cocks and let the men fuck him in the ass afterward, if they so choose. Sometimes, the women might want to peg him, and he'll let that happen as well ... not to mention whenever I want to peg him, too. His main duties will be oral, however ... oh, and he'll shower with me whenever I wish it. Plus, I will spank him now and then as well, a bare-bottom, bare hands, over the knee spanking ... or sometimes with a paddle and over a desk, but still bare-bottom."

"I think that we'll all have fun with this, including Jonathan, if he's honest with himself. I mean, let's face it ... he's a natural slut boi ... a submissive bi guy with obvious effeminate traits, too, all of which have made him rather insecure about his masculinity. Well, now he can be himself and not have to overcompensate. He can be our slut boi, our bottom bitch, and I think that he's gonna love it so much that he never wants to go back to the way things were ... his recent actions were nothing more than a cry for help," I declared, "But now, it's Arlen's turn. Let's see what Deacon Moore wants from his share of Jonathan's ... booty."

"Oh, that's the most basic and simple thing of all. Sex. I want to fuck him in the ass whenever I wish it, fuck his throat, too, and when it comes to rimjobs, I want to give them, in fact. That's the only unselfish act of service that I will give to my pussy boi. Otherwise, it's all about me. As for his cock, though, it can stay nice and tucked away in that cock cage. I have no use for it. He's the bitch, not me. His job is to take dick in his butt, not put it in mine. I rather like the idea that Jonathan has to bend over, spread his cheeks, and get pounded to the hilt while not getting his rocks off at all. Too many times, he came and left stains in places that I had to clean up. Besides, I prefer my bum boys to be properly docile and submissive ... this cage will help keep him that way for me.

"As for others ... sure, I'll have any friends that I wish use him plenty, because that's a good amount of lube that I don't have to keep reusing ... their loads can be the rest of the lube. He'll also cook and do domestic chores for me when he's over at my place, just like a housewife. Hey, if he does all that, you can stay rent-free in my older family mansion ... my newer one is more my style, and I will remain there, but I see no reason why I can't just let you stay at the old one free of charge. They're adjacent houses, as a matter of fact, and the property is very large.

"I've had experts construct a tunnel between them ... and there is a bomb shelter under the old one, so that can be used for assignations as well ... and for parties and such. There is also a wine cellar under the new one, in fact ... also connected by the tunnel to the old mansion and its bunker. It would be great for occasions when we want to keep things away from innocent eyes, but still have a damn good time. I'll be Master of my new house, Dan of the old ... in fact, I'll leave it all to Dan in my will, because, hey, I have no kids of my own, nor am I in a rush to have any."

I was floored by Arlen's generosity and I gave him a big bear hug, though he whispered, "Don't worry, I'm not after your ass. It's a bit hairy for my taste. I just wanted to thank you for being one of the few friends to stand by me when I came out of the closet as gay. Pretty much everyone else in the church has already mentally damned me to Hell ... quite literally, in fact."

I chuckled at that remark, of course, as I could understand that sentiment myself ... both sentiments, really, as the church had written me off, too. Well, fuck 'em. They could accept or reject me, but none of their Sunday School, megachurch BS would convince me that it was anything but intolerance and bigotry dressed up as dogma.

"Well, we sickos, perverts, and deviates have to stick together, don't we?" I grinned as he laughed in response to my comment.

"Okay, Jonathan's fate is sealed, at least for the upcoming year. It's gonna be one hell of a wild ride, come to think of it. However, there is the matter of Molly and Curtis. What are you guys gonna do? Where do you want to stay? Do you have any plans yet for your future?" I turned to Aunt Molly and Uncle Curtis at last ... dreading how to deal with the topic of her terminal lung cancer.

"Matt here just came back from the war and is leaving the Army at last, after being stop-lossed some time ago. He's had enough of that for one lifetime and has agreed to stay with us. Curtis and he have had something going on, now and then, though only during Matt's leaves back home. While Curtis is bisexual and I am strictly hetero, Matt is, well, best to let him tell his parents the news himself," Molly caught herself.

"Mom ... Dad, I don't know how to tell you this, but ... I'm gay. Yes, it's true. I'm a complete, unadulterated homosexual. A sodomite. A bugger. A queer. Whatever you want to call it, it's true of me. And yes, I've also been sleeping with Arlen Moore, as well as Curtis Howard here, off and on during my leaves and such. Arlen introduced me to the reality of my sexuality, clearly picking me up on his gaydar some time ago, but Curtis and I have had a thing going on as well. Curtis has agreed that I can keep sleeping with Arlen, too," Matt explained to his parents, both of whom simply hugged him instead of judging him as they might have in the past ... they had been radically changed by recent events for sure.

"It's okay, because Curtis will also have two other partners: Shawn Cleburne and his girlfriend Carrie have been living with us since some time before he broke it off with Lisa. No, we didn't know about that, but since we learned of it, we confronted him and he has made it up to us in various ways. We didn't mind sharing him, obviously, but we didn't like Lisa and he going behind your back, Dan. Shawn has since become intimate with Matt, though not Matt and Carrie together, of course.

"Now, obviously, this is not an exclusive relationship, either. However, we should probably set some boundaries now ... as to who will fuck whom and so forth. Right now, as it stands ... Curtis and I are lovers. Shawn and I are lovers. Shawn and Carrie are lovers. Curtis and Carrie are lovers. Curtis and Shawn are lovers. Curtis and Matt are lovers. Shawn and Matt are lovers. Arlen and Matt are lovers.

"However, as I stated, Matt and Carrie are not lovers. Carrie and I are not lovers. Matt and I are not lovers. Arlen and I are not lovers. Arlen and Shawn are not lovers. Arlen and Carrie are not lovers. Arlen and Curtis are not lovers. None of these wish to be lovers, either ... not with each other, right?" Molly elaborated a bit before turning to Arlen and Curtis.

"All of that is true. I can testify to that much. Arlen's thing with Matt is sweet and I'd never want to interfere with it. It's just how it is. Arlen and I have no sexual interest in each other, either. The thing is that while Carrie has no interest in Lisa, nor does Molly, Shawn still does ... He just doesn't have any interest in you that way. Carrie does, however. She has a lot of interest in you, in fact. You see, like Molly, Carrie is straight. Not just mostly straight. Straight as they come. A zero on the Kinsey scale, if you will. I wouldn't mind a turn with Lisa myself, as it happens. You, on the other hand ... it would be too weird, and I'm not into bears. No offense intended ... just imagine how awkward that could be given my role in your childhood," Curtis picked up a bit.

"I know that things have been rather wild, and a lot of latent bisexuality is surfacing, from what I have seen, but there are still plenty of outright, full-scale heterosexuals in the world, and both Carrie and I are among them. If anything, it has helped us bond and develop an intimate, yet platonic friendship and attachment between us. We have a lot in common, see the world in much the same way, and both know that neither of us is going to hit on each other.

"Anyway ... I'm not going to lie ... it's gonna be weird in a way for me, but unlike Curtis, I have no real qualms about taking you to my bed, Dan. Quite the opposite, in fact. I want to sleep with you, honey. I'm dying, after all, and, yes, it's on my bucket list to have sex with you. Admittedly, my terminal illness has made both Curtis and me bolder, due to the bucket list idea that I originally heard about from that movie, but we have expanded upon since then, to put it mildly.

"In fact, I have a list here of men that I'd like to fuck before I die ... and as you can see, your name is at the top of it. Followed by David, Jonathan, Lance, and Stewart most of all. So, if all of you men wished to fuck me, I'm more than game for it. Just no lesbian stuff. I'm not into ladies, period. No, I don't mind that I watched you grow up and babysat you when you were so much younger ... it doesn't at all turn me off ... Actually, it kinda turns me on, in fact, to sleep with my nephew who is now a grown man, after all, and with whom I have had such a bond in the past," Molly confessed without a single blush.

"Just bear in mind that I've slept with Dan, too, Mom, and that's hardly going to change. I plan to keep on fucking Dan, so I hope that you don't mind sharing men with your daughter," Deanna pointed out to her mother somewhat light-heartedly.

"I don't have a problem with that. Hell, if you wanted to sleep with Curtis and Shawn, that's fine with me, too. I know that Curtis is practically your stepfather, so there might be an ick factor or not. That's between the two of you," Aunt Molly told her daughter with a rather chaste kiss, albeit to the lips.

"Not a yuck factor for me, Mom. In fact, while I love you for who you are, a part of me selfishly wishes that you were bi, because I am ... sorry if that grosses you out, but I am bisexual and I'm rather attracted to you, Mom. As for Curtis, I'm admittedly aroused by the idea of sleeping with a man who once put peroxide on my scraped knees, read me bedtime stories, helped me with homework, and taught me how to drive. The man who, if I ever did get married, I'd want to have walk me down the aisle and give me away to the groom.

"He's not just virtually my stepfather, Mom. He's basically my father, in all but name and DNA. That's no small part of the turn-on, I confess. He's the man who raised me with you, even when I would scream horrible things at him in my rash and angry teen years, such as 'You're not my Dad!' I still regret that to this day, Curtis, because as far as my heart is concerned, you ARE my Daddy ... you have been for years. That's the whole point. I must be naturally drawn toward incest, because the very fact that you're Daddy to me is the very thing that makes me want to jump your bones," Deanna blushed a bit at that confession, but she didn't back away from it, either.

Curtis had tears in his eyes at that point, especially when Deanna put her arms around him and her head on his shoulders. He kept stroking her long, wavy nut brown hair as she wept on his chest and he didn't resist at all when she planted a very amorous kiss on his lips, complete with more than a little tongue. In fact, while Aunt Molly looked on with a tearful smile, Curtis returned the passion of both the kiss and the embrace, at once both a lovers' make-out session and a father-daughter moment as well. His black skin contrasted nicely with her pinkish white, and I could see where Deanna's half-brother Samuel (living in Montreal these days) got his mocha coloring ... I could picture their love child as well as hers with me.

"I ... love you, Daddy. I always have. Please ... please," Deanna didn't finish her plea, but she didn't have to ... Curtis and Aunt Molly both seemed to understand that she wanted to make love to him ... but she didn't want to give me up, either...

"It's fine, baby. I love you, too. We'll work it out. Trust me. Dan, so ... we can all live with you, then? In your place? How about it, dear? Spend your last days with your sweet nephew, surrounded by love ... by me, by Deanna here ... loved, held, and cared for, all the way to the end. This also means that Deanna doesn't have to choose whether to live with us or Dan ... she can live with all of us at once. You can tell that Deanna loves Dan deeply, too ... it's more than just a cousin thing," Curtis observed.

"Yes ... but I do want your forgiveness and patience on one front ... I know that normally, the man does this, but I've kept you waiting for years, and it was weak and cowardly of me. I don't want to be like that at all anymore. So what if you're black and my family will disapprove ... what can they do to us now? You're the man that I've loved for years ... you've been Daddy to both of OUR children ... and I don't have much time left on this mortal plane called Earth. I want to go to my deathbed with no regrets, so ... Curtis Garvey Howard, will you marry me ... and forgive me for not asking this before?" Aunt Molly asked him on one knee, her eyes looking at him, pleading for his forgiveness now.

"I asked you before to marry me. You said that you'd get back to me, but you didn't ... I'll just take this as a much delayed 'yes.' I'm done worrying about what people think of me, too. So what if they think that I'm an Uncle Tom for marrying a white woman! I don't give a damn anymore! You're my Moll and you have been for years! Hell, yeah, I'll forgive and marry you, woman!" Curtis kissed her hard on the mouth through his tears.

"So ... yeah, move in with us, guys. All of you, if you wish. Your call, of course. I won't turn any of you away, whatever our past differences are. Each and every one of you is welcome to share the new mansion with me once we've moved in, and hang out at this place whenever necessary until we move. After all, we could use the loading help, that's for sure," I announced to the group.

"Yeah ... sorry, but as much as I want Lisa ... I can't do this. Not this. It's going too far. The incest, I mean. Sorry, but it is a bit of a creep ... factor for me, watching a man French kiss a girl that he raised from childhood to adulthood. Nothing against you guys. You're great people, but Molly spoke of limits, boundaries even, and I have to draw mine here. And, my God ... Jenna ... seriously ... you slept with your own brother? Jonathan, you fucked your sister? You, too, Lisa, David? And Dan slept with his own sisters-in-law ... not to mention the father-daughter incest that seems to suddenly be fine with all of you guys.

"Sorry, but ... I agree with some taboos. Swinging, cheating, all that ... very human. But incest is ... just too much. Ugh. Sorry. I'm moving to Brazil ... and Carrie, well, you can come with me, or you can stay with them. Your call," Shawn started to walk out, "I'll miss you guys, but I have my own morals, warped as they might be, and they don't allow me to condone or participate in incest."

"Hey, I respect that, Shawn. I really do. That couldn't have been easy. I hold and harbor no ill will against you. I just don't agree with you about it, that's all. You're Lisa's old flame and all that, but on this, I suppose that we have to part company. I wish you the best," I promised the man.

"So ... you're not still angry about the affair? Sorry about that, by the way," Shawn asked me.

"Bygones, my friend. We've moved on with our lives. You have principles, I can see, but you're also all-too-human, just like the rest of us, of course. You're just another human being trying to make sense of the world around you, just like the rest of us. And, you, Carrie?" I asked Shawn's main squeeze.

"Yeah, sorry, but when Shawn says 'jump, ' I ask how high. I'm every bit his devoted pet as Lisa and several others are to you. I may not be as sure about his being right or wrong, but I've already decided that I'm never leaving Shawn's side again. I'm his forever. Wife, girlfriend ... monogamy, swinging, whatever ... I'm with him, period. End of story. That's the extent of my loyalty to him," Carrie stated for our benefit as she walked out the door with Shawn Cleburne as her escort.

"Well, that answers that. We'll miss him, but I'm not going to pine over him. I understand his hang-ups about incest, but I don't share them, and to be perfectly honest, with me ... You're either with Dan or you're not. Well, I'm with Dan, come hell or highwater. I'm your wife, Dan, and I will be for life ... nobody is going to make me choose him or her over you. I do have morals, of course, but they're not his. They're my own ... and my morals do approve of incest, along with polygamy, polyamory, bisexuality, etc.

"I chose others over you once ... and that was once too many. I never meant to do that, of course ... and now that I know better, I will never do that again. So, like it or not, honey, you're stuck with the wifey here," Lisa told me before I planted a major soul kiss on her mouth and practically fucked it with my tongue.

"Baby ... you were just being human, too. I have forgiven you and we've made a fresh start, so don't sweat it, okay? Now, how about the rest of you? Any further news?" I asked my family ... those who stayed behind, that is.

"Sure ... Lance ... Stewart, I think that you know what is coming, but I'll go ahead and spell it out. I don't want to divorce my husband, I've realized, but I do want to marry the father of my new baby. I want to be married to both of you. Debbie, babe ... I don't want you left out of this, either, dear. I've found in you what I should have known was there all along ... a friend, a lover, a sweetheart, a fellow companion ... a sister-wife.

"I want to propose a four-way marriage ... kind of a Bob, Carol, Ted, and Alice thing, I guess. Lance would marry Debbie and I would marry Stewart ... and furthermore, Debbie and I would get married, as would Lance and Stewart together ... in other words, each of us would be married to the others. I also think that we should absolutely live with Dan, Lisa, etc ... our next generation, picking up the torch, though to be honest, Dan and Lisa led the way," Annabelle proposed, much to everyone's delight ... well, except for Sarah and Mary Beth.

"I have just one problem with that scenario, Mom," Sarah announced, "Mary Beth and I want to be married to Dad, too ... and to Dan ... and David. Hell, we'll also marry Stewart, Debbie, and you ... and Amber ... and Lisa, Missy, Michelle, and Deanna. In other words, we wish to marry all of you fuckers. Hell, we'll even marry Mary, Jonathan, Amy, and Jenna!"

With that, Mary Beth and Sarah both put their hands on their hips while waiting for a response. The reaction was frankly tears of joy from their father, who kissed them both eagerly on the forehead, eyelids, lips, and cheeks. Their mother pulled them close as well and held them to her bosom for a moment while kissing the top of their heads.

"I think that was a yes," I smiled at them, and then added, "Welcome to my humble abode, my dear new wives. I think that we'll all get along famously. I almost forgot to ask Mary, though, and we just hope that she's not contrary as a result, of course. So, tell me, dear lover of my wife, how does your garden grow ... and would you like us to till it for you?"

Mary broke out into nervous laughter, and then gave every single one of us a sizzling hot French kiss for her part, "Honey, you can plow any of my fields that you wish ... front, back ... either way. That goes for you and anyone else you choose, Dan. I'll gladly marry you or any of your people if you wish ... or be your lover, mistress, concubine, love slave, fuck toy, plaything, FWB, booty call, fuckbuddy, bedfellow, what have you.

"I'm not only bisexual, but I'm a real, true blue, round-heeled slut and I make no bones about it. I have no reservations about incest, polygamy, polygyny, polyandry, swinging, bisexuality, orgies, harems, swapping, bondage, etc ... or, perhaps wrongly in Lisa's case, about infidelity. I'm a fucking slut and I own it, baby! Just no scat, please, no kids, no animals, and no goddamned mutilation or scarring. Tie me up, have me tie you up, pour sugar or hot candle wax or liquor on me ... it's all the same. Knock me up and fuck me a dozen times a day if you wish.

"Hell, I'll do oral cleanup duty or even a sex tape ... or even outright amateur porn! I'll fuck you at the drop of a hat, bend over for you in public, suck off the delivery guys or muff dive on the delivery gals, flash people my tits, moon people, or whatever else your dirty minds can conceive. You want me to turn tricks? I will. You want me to suck a strange cock through a glory hole, I'll do it in a heartbeat. I'll do it either bareback or with rubbers, too. If you want me to get tested after a really risky act, that's fine, too, though I'm a nurse and I can get you pills that actually help prevent HIV infection.

"To sum it up, quite simply, I'm making a standard offer to all of you guys, and it's this: whatever sexual act you crave ... on demand, for the rest of our lives. No excuses, headaches, I'm not feeling fresh moments, I'm on the rag, or whatever. Yes, I get that many of these are perfectly valid reasons not to have sex, but I won't use them. If I've come home especially tired from a long shift at the hospital, and you still want me ... take me in my sleep! I have the best dreams ever when people fuck me in my sleep.

"How's that for contrary, Dan ... or rather, Master? I'm your personal cumslut bitch for life and I won't apologize or feel shame about it at all. And you thought that I was just a little slutty! Ha! I'm as slutty as they get, hon!"

"Lisa, honey, where did you find this firecracker? Is she for real? Well, Mary ... if you mean what you say, you won't mind being put to the test, will you? A nurse, huh? A noble, heroic profession that I've always admired and which has never gotten the respect that it deserves. If anyone deserves to let their hair down without being judged for it, it's nurses, along with doctors, soldiers, sailors, police, firefighters, EMTs, and teachers. People who help keep our society together. I dare say that you are very welcome in our family and household.

"I also think that we've done enough talking for one night. It's already past 3 in the morning. Let's get some sleep for now. We'll need it for work and to deal with our new lives. Everyone, crash wherever you please, but wear clothes for tonight, please. We're gonna have to transition to full nudity, not impose it overnight.

"Don't worry, folks. We'll get plenty of sex tomorrow, sooner or later ... and my cock still has a rendezvous with David's ass," I chuckled at that before I went to bed myself, not surprised that Lisa and Mary both slid into bed with me together once I finally made it.

"Yeah, speaking of David, well, before you go, let me just confirm one thing ... David and I are firmly committed to marrying and sleeping with everyone here who wants us, but never doubt that aside from each other, you and Lisa are our favorite spouses or lovers. Nothing against the rest of you, but David and I are already madly in love with Dan with Lisa. Just so you know," Amber blushed a little, but she got her piece said.

"And on that note, sorry that we didn't get around to asking you, but it's rather late and you've never left us in any doubt where you and David stood. Thanks, anyway, though, babe," I answered the blonde cutie that David understandably married.

"Oh, you're very welcome ... Master," Amber winked at me as David grabbed her and dragged her to a sleeping bag for both of them ... while she giggled and mock-struggled all the way there.