Chapter 1: Mike

I was seated in a lounger, two more in front of me. I glanced at my watch. They had made it with a minute to spare.

“Sit!” I commanded, making them flinch slightly before they sat down. “I going to tell you some things, and at times I’ll pause. When I do I expect to hear an immediate ‘Yes, Honey’. Understand?”

They nodded their head, and I just looked at them. Carrie got it, smirking at Sarah. “YES, HONEY”. Sarah followed suit, cursing herself for not getting it first.

“All right, the hard stuff. I’m a domineering man, always have been. I’ve never been able to truly express that until I met you two. What I say goes, always. I’ll never humiliate you in public or treat you with disrespect, never physically abuse you, but I will own you, and what happens in private stay private. If I think you need discipline, or an order reinforced, I’ll not hesitate to spank you, and you will never, not once, resist me. Sometimes the discipline will be nonphysical but hopefully effective. Just so you know this doesn’t mean I want to whip you on a regular basis, im fact, I’d prefer not to. And if I didn’t think this was what you needed, or wanted, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Am I clear here?”

They almost screamed it. “Yes, Honey!” I looked at them closely. Their faces were flushed, and they seemed to be short of breath. Nipples on both women were straining their tops.

“Well, at least part of you likes what I have to say. Tops off, now.”

The sight was distracting to me, so I made them face each other and play with each others’ breasts. Yeah, that wasn’t distracting, not at all. They were really getting into it when I started talking again.

“I control your sex life. You don’t play with each other without my permission, not ever. Get caught disobeying this order, and it’s three swats with the ping pong paddle, on each cheek, understand?” Carrie, the paddle fresh in her mind, answered quickly. Sarah, lost in the feeling of having her nipples being pulled, was a little slow. I frowned, knowing I was going to have to give her a swat soon, so she’d understand.

“All right. Now sit back down.” They moaned a little but immediately sat down.

“Carrie, come and sit on my lap.” She almost jumped, she was so eager. When I had her settled down, I kissed her, hard. She responded with equal force. I actually caressed her mouth when we were done, hoping it wasn’t bruised.

“Sarah, switch places with Carrie.” They scrambled around each other, the fleeting caress they gave each other making them smile wider. Sarah was determined to give as good as Carrie. After the kiss I put them back on the loungers.

“Now, I know you girls think you love me. I believe you do, on some level, but let’s face facts. We’ve known each other for nine days. That really isn’t enough time to fall in true, deep love. I have to suspect some of it is gratitude for taking you out of a bad situation. Whatever happens, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of, make sure you have a good start on a new life.

But, I need to be honest here, I’ve never been in love so I’m not sure what it feels like. I have a suspicion it feels a lot like this, but until I’m sure in my mind I’ll never say those words to you. Despite what I just said, I have no intention of micromanaging your life. I won’t be choosing your clothes, except maybe play outfits, I won’t be checking up to see where you’ve been or how long you stayed at a certian location, or who you spend your time with while I work, as long as you’re home when you’re supposed to be. Acceptable?”

They looked like bobble heads nodding.

“All right, this is the plan. We’re going to stay here at least one more week, relax, get to know each other a little better. We’ve had plenty of distractions up until now. Then, if we’re still all in agreement, we go home, home meaning my house. You guys should like it. From there, well, from there we’ll just have to see.”

“One more thing I need to stress again. You’re mine. MINE. If you as much as kiss another person in a sexual way, you’re both gone. I don’t care if the other wasn’t even there when it happened. This is effect makes you each others’ guardian, keeping you on the straight and narrow. You may talk now, and I need you to say the words I need to hear.”

They both started babbling, until Sarah stopped, deferring to Carrie. She ran on until I had to put her on my lap and kiss her to shut her up. “I get it. You accept. Now, Let Sarah have her turn.” She hopped off my lap, gave Sarah a massive kiss, and pushed her forward.

Sarah didn’t so much babble as sniffle, but the message was the same. I wondered, and time would tell, if I was making a good decision. We’d see after a couple of months of living together. Would Sarah be bitchy when she got her period? Would Carrie get over her hero worship of me and behave like a normal woman, griping because I left the toilet seat up or forgot to tell her I’d be late for dinner? I hoped so, I needed real women, not puppets. Completely subserviant would be fun for a little while, then it would get boring. And anyone who knew anything about me knew I hated being bored.

Chapter 2: Carrie

He was gonna do it! He was really, really going to take us home with him. He said it was just for a trial period, but I for one was never going to leave. I’d chain myself to the bed if I had to. From the looks Sarah was giving him, I knew she felt the same way. We talked later, and she agreed, when he said FAMILY meeting, a thrill shot straight to our sensitive spots.

We talked down in the cabin, as he took the boat out, agreeing to do our very very best to keep him interested, making sure he’d never be bored with us. I made some iced tea, guessing he didn’t want alcohol right now, and carried it up for him. He smiled at the gesture, drank almost the whole glass in one long swallow, and tucked me under his arm as he watched the water.

“What are we gonna do the rest of the week?” I asked, at last.

“Hadn’t thought about it. But for the first time in a long time, I don’t have a schedule. We’ll sleep late, or get up to watch the sun rise over the lake, then stay awake to watch the moon set. We’ll eat what we want, when we want, go where our whims take us. Love on each other in between adventures. Is that structured enough for you?”

“Down to the last detail, Honey. You can count on us.” I ran down, pulling Sarah up, telling her the plan. Then I bumped Mike out of the way, taking control of the boat, and shoving him towards her.

“Explain the details to her, Honey.” Somehow, the way I said “Honey,” seemed to make him feel all warm and fuzzy. Or that’s what it looked like to me, anyway. Could just be gas.

So he told Sarah, asking if there was anything special she’d like to do. Her answer was immediate. In twenty-six years, she had been to the movies five times, and there was a tear jerker romance out based on a book by her favorite writer. She was dying to see it. We googled the closest cinema, and off we went.

Chapter 3: Sarah

I couldn’t believe it! He was taking us to the movies. I felt like a fifteen year old on her first date. We still had our sundresses on, so Carrie and I went into the tiny bathroom( Head, say head, Carrie giggled, and we both laughed at the double meaning. I wanted to eat her up, right there, but remembered the rules our man had outlined.)and prettied up as best we could, brushing our hair out, freshening up our minimal makeup, adding fresh lipgloss.

Forty minutes later we were pulling into a marina on the edge of the largest city on the lake. Honey(I really liked saying that) had called ahead, and a cab was waiting for us at the dock. We arrived at the cinema with a few minutes to spare, and I insisted we all get popcorn, candy, and drinks. Mike spent as much on that as I usually did for a whole weeks’ worth of groceries in my past life.

Ninety minutes in, popcorn tubs discarded, candy wrappers littering the floor, I was snuggled under one arm, Carrie under the other, as we sniffled to the sight of the lovers reuniting, after a long struggle, to confess their deep, abiding love for each other, and promise to live happily ever after.

We patted our eyes with napkins while the credits rolled, making Mike wait a long time as we repaired our makeup and took a much needed potty break. We smiled when two young girls, barely out of their teens, talked about Mike.

I spoke up. “Careful, girls. I know for a fact his girlfriend is a really jealous bitch.”

Carrie jumped in. “Yeah, the poor man is completely pussy whipped. It took her a long time to train him, and she’s not about to let all that work go to waste.”

The smaller one eyed us in the mirror. “I don’t know. We’re not as hot as you two are, but we get our share of attention. I bet she’s old, maybe got a few wrinkles, her ass and boobs starting to sag. Once he gets a look at these babies, he’ll be lucky to remember her name.” She grabbed her massive tits, straining against her thin bra and tight shirt, grinning as her nipples popped out.

Carrie went bright red, and only my tight grip on her hand kept a fight from erupting. Suddenly she calmed, and grinned.

“Seriously? Are those natural or store bought? I’m guessing you paid retail, or have one of those bras designed by a NASA engineer, you know, one of those guys used to getting heavy things into orbit. I bet, on the off chance those are real, that when the superbra comes off, your nipples get a good look at your belly button. I’d love to hang around and talk about defying gravity, but my boyfriend is probably about to send search parties in here looking for me. Bye now.”

She sailed out, me trailing behind trying to hold the laughter in. I managed to get the door shut before the giggles came out. When I got my breath I looked at her. “I’m going to have to watch you pretty close, or one day that alligator mouth is going to get you into something your catfish ass is going to have to get you out of. Now, where’s our Honey?”

Mike was out front, on a bench, looking at his watch and muttering. We plopped down on each side, surprising him. He was about to rise when Carrie put a hand on his arm. “Wait just a bit, Honey. We need to give you something.”

“What?,” he said, clearly wanting to leave. “This,” she said, grabbing his head and kissing him, hard. The two girls had followed us out of the bathroom and got an eyeful. Then when she was done, I gave him the same treatment. Their eyes were wide when we stood, and Carrie grinned, before strutting out the door.

The cinema was in a mall, and we walked around for a bit, window shopping. Mike stopped in front of an upscale lingerie shop, and grinned. He handed me a card. “Four full outfits. I want two to match, and two to be totally different. And make sure you get some stockings to go with them. I’ll be back in an hour.”

It took us an ninety minutes to make our selections. It was pretty easy to get matching outfits, but we wound up competing with each other over the others, trying to make each the most impressive. He was frowning a little when we came out.

“I said an hour. I think you may need a little discipline when we get back tot he boat.” He was trying to look stern, and almost pulled it off. I figured any ‘discipline’ we got would be playful. At least I hoped so.

Then he handed us a card each. He’d been in a branch of his bank while we shopped, getting them. They were prepaid debit cards. “There will probably be times when I’m not around and you need something. There’s a thousand on each card. Use it responsibly and when it’s time to reload I’ll make it two. And this is personal spending money, not to be used for anything else. Understand?”

I lost it and cried. I’d never had any personal money, just for me. It was overwhelming. Carrie must have felt the same, because she was sobbing along with me. I think our reaction surprised him. Before we knew it we were in his arms, while he hugged and petted us both. We got a few odd looks. I looked at a woman and smirked. People around us on a regular basis would need to get used to scenes like this.

We went to the restroom to repair our makeup, something that was becoming pretty common for us. I looked at my ratty handbag. “Purses,” I said to Carrie. “Shoes,” she said back.

Mike tried to pretend he wasn’t bored to death. I found it odd after the first two stores that he still paid for everything. “If you gave us money, why are you spending yours?”

“I told you, that money was for when I’m not around. Use it then. Until that happens, you’re my responsibility, so I pay.” Like I was going to fault that logic. He did find a little pub on the bottom floor, and decided to wait us out. “Call me when you’re ready to go.”

We both looked down, ashamed. I’d never had a phone in my life, and Carrie gave hers up when she got laid off. He realized his mistake right away, marching us in to the first phone store he found, getting us the most advanced ones they had, and prepaid for a year. Then he went to the pub. I looked at Carrie.

“We’re never going to give him up, you hear me? Never. I don’t care if he loses all his money tomorrow, we’re his for life. Agreed?” Carrie nodded her head emphatically, before grinning.

“You know what? I have it on good authority that we’re some really great pieces of ass. If I had to put a monetary value on it, I’d say at least two hundred a pop. That means for what he’s bought and given us for the day, we both owe him four times each. I for one don’t want them to accumulate, so we need to get started when we get back to the boat, agreed?”

“Oh yeah,” I grinned. “We’re gonna lay him so many times tonight he’s gonna feel like a Persian rug. If we’re generous, we may let him save a little something for tomorrow morning.”

We shopped for another two hours. Despite having money to spend, our backgrounds made us conservative, and we got little, and only then if it was the very best quality for the very best price. I could see Mike approved.

We went out to dinner, then returned to the boat. Mike decided to stay the night, so we turned in a little early. We got into matching gowns, intending to fuck him blind, but he surprised us.

“No loving tonight. For any of us. It’s been a really long, emotional day for me. So we’re gonna snuggle for a bit, and get some rest. Understand? And don’t think I’ve forgotten about the discipline I promised. I’ll take care of it some time tomorrow.”

I thought we’d be frustrated, but we were all asleep within minutes. tangled up in a bundle of limbs and love.

Chapter 4: Carrie

When he said FAMILY meeting, I almost creamed my panties. Family meant we stayed together. I listened closely while he talked, and agreed with most of it. No matter what he said, I did love him. He’d made me. I was a woman, his woman, and would be forever. I know, sounds like the gushing of a nineteen year old, but I meant every bit of it. When he said he was taking us home with him, I cried with happiness.

Sarah was over the moon. When he asked what we would like to do and Sarah mentioned the movies, I was surprised he agreed. But off we went, and we had a really good time, right up until that little bitch pissed me off. My Latina heritage surged to the front, after all, we’re emotional people, and only Sarah saved me from a serious fight. I got a few shots in on her before we met Mike, and made damn sure she saw me and Sarah loving on him. The look on her face was better than any black eye I would have given her.

He took us shopping, I think it actually gave him a lot of pleasure to get us things. We got carried away in the lingerie shop, but what woman wouldn’t? Especially if she knew she could buy anything she wanted regardless of cost. Mike tried to look pissed when we were late, but didn’t quite pull it off.

The tears started again when he gave us our own cards, and when he bought us phones. Sarah and I made a pact then and there to never let him go, even if he ended up broke and we had to support us. Our carefully laid plans of fucking him that night went for nothing. He declared it a sex free night. We understood, in fact the day had been tiring on all of us. But we made him promise we could make up for it the next night. And day.

In fact, when I woke up the next morning, I found myself lying on his stomach, just inches from his wonderful tool. It seemed to be where I ended up when we slept together. Sarah was a lot taller than me, and she fit under his arm better. I was more comfortable on his stomach.