Chapter 9

Saturdays, Fiona tends to spend in her hobby room. Recently she has been painting. She puts a picture on her computer screen and tries to duplicate it on canvas. When she does this, I can see her through the window from my back yard.

I have Faith arrive at 10:00 to give me some time to sleep in. She doesn’t knock at my door. She has her instructions.

She goes through the gate to my back yard. She strips off all her clothes then kneels in the modified slave position I have my slaves use. That is, she sits back onto her feet with her knees spread so that her legs are wide open and her cunt is on display. Her back is straight, and her head is up, though her eyes look at the ground. Her hands rest on her upper thigh.

I wish to humiliate Faith and give Fiona time to see her, so I don’t bother getting out of bed until 10. Then I take a shower, eat and go outside. By the time I am in the back yard, it is 10:30. Faith has been kneeling for a half-hour, but she knows not to complain. All she says is, “Good morning, Master.”

I put my OJ on the patio table and take a seat before instructing, “Come here and keep my cock warm.”

By now, Faith has had plenty of instruction from my girls and knows how to deepthroat while breathing through her nose. Upon my command, she crawls like the bitch she is.

She fishes my cock out of my shorts and swallows it. She knows that keeping it warm doesn’t mean giving me head. It means she keeps my cock in her throat without moving, which is enough to keep me mostly hard.

I pick up a book I left on the table from the last time I got some sun. I read and ignore her. My OJ is laced with X-Plus. I want to last a long time to make Fiona want it even more. After a couple chapters, I decide to have some fun.

“Beg. You know what you want, so beg for it.”

Faith doesn’t want our neighbours to hear, so when she begs, it is not very loud. “Please master fuck me. Stick your cock in me anywhere and tale control.”

I interrupt her by slapping her across the face. I speak loud enough if Fiona is listening, she can hear, “Stupid slut. You know I hate it when my whores mumble. If you say something, say it loud and clear.”

This time she speaks just a little louder than I did, “Sorry Master. Please feed me your cock. My pussy longs for it. My ass has been empty for too long, and I haven’t tasted your cum in over a week. Please, Master, fuck me any way you want. Just fuck me, please.”

“Go, grab my newspaper off the front lawn, then maybe I will fill your cunt.”

She runs to my back gate and onto the front lawn. When I look up, I see Fiona watching her run to the front yard and back. I turn my head, so Fiona doesn’t notice that I see her. Faith runs up to me and hands me the paper. I reward her with a simple, “Good girl.” She is thrilled that she pleased me.

“Since you didn’t hesitate when I thought you would, you get to choose. Ass or cunt and do you want me to spank you while we fuck.”

She is excited, so she is even louder than before, “Fuck my ass and spank me, please, Master.”

I take another sip of my drink then send her into the house, “The lube is in the bathroom off the kitchen. Go get it.”

She squeals in excitement and runs into the house. Seconds later, she hands me the lube and kneels on the lawn. The only thing I am wearing is my swim shorts. I finish taking them off and lube my cock as I approach her. Kneeling, I finger her cunt that is already a dripping mess. she exclaims, “Oh, Master, I love it when you shove your fingers in me like that.”

I pull my fingers out, complaining, “Slut, you are always dripping. I can’t ever let you sit on the furniture, or you will wreck it.”

“That only happens when I am thinking of you, Master.”

You always think of me.”

“Isn’t that what a slave is supposed to do? Constantly think of ways to please her master.”

I don’t warm the lube in my hands first. I stick the end of the tube in Faith’s ass and squeeze, filling her up with cold lube. She screams half in shock and half in pleasure. By now, I have fucked her in the ass enough times her ass is stretched, and I don’t need to prep her anymore. I just slowly ease my cock head into her ass. While I wait for her to adjust, I spank her, and she yells out, “Thank you, Master. May I have another.”

“As you wish.”

I hit her again.”

She thanks me four more times and I hit her four more times before I start to move.

“Finger your twat slut. I want you cumming as soon as you can. For that matter, use your other hand to pinch your nipples hard. and tell me what a filthy girl you are.”

She quickly lowers her torso. She is now in a face down ass up position. I can feel my nut sack hit her hand as it swings forward, and she sticks half her hand into her cunt. She pinches her nipple hard enough to make her scream, but it is mostly in ecstasy.

“Fuck your filthy whore, Master. I’m a filthy fuck-pig that doesn’t deserve you. No woman is as filthy as me. I love your big cock. I love every cock you tell me to. Please humiliate me and show me how much of a lowlife I am.”

Every time I back out, there is more room for me to swing and I smack her ass hard. Every second or third word, she squeals out either from her pinching a nipple of me spanking her. I know that by now, Fiona has stopped painting and is masturbating while watching us. I turn my head to look up into her hobby room window. I can see her one hand under her t-shirt, and the other arm is angled down like she is playing with her cunny.

I stare into Fiona’s eyes as I pound away at Faith, slapping her ass every so often. Faith has stoped her degrading comments. Her brain has turned to jello ever since she started cumming, and she can’t seem to stop. Now, instead, she is screaming and speaking incoherently.

Before she notices that I see her, it has been almost ten minutes since I looked up and started staring into Fiona’s eyes. I wink as she turns a deep red and backs away from the window.

Soon after Fiona leaves, I let my load loose. Faith has already passed out, so when I stand up, I push her over, using my foot. That way, when she wakes up, she doesn’t have a sore back. I head back to my chair and get back to reading my novel.

When she wakes up, I command, “Get over here, bitch. My cock needs cleaning.”

She crawls over like the dog she is and starts licking the mess she left on me. After reading another chapter, I look down, my cock is clean, and she continues playing with it. I pull my dick away and slap her hard across the face.

“Stupid bitch, I said clean, not play. Get the fuck out of my sight before I get mad.”

She runs for her clothes, digging through the pockets to find her toothbrush and toothpaste. Then she runs inside.

I read a couple more chapters then call out, “Bitch.”

Just as she was taught, she was waiting by the door. She runs out and kneels in front of me, “Yes, Master.”

“My lawnmower is in the shed over there, and the lawn needs mowing. I need the exercise, so I will do the front yard tomorrow.”

I don’t need to tell her anymore. She knows her job is to please me, and she knows that having her mow my lawn will make me happy. She runs to her clothing and places it on the pool deck, then she puts her shoes back on and fetches the lawnmower.

“Do a good job, and I will give you another reward.”

Twenty minutes later, my back yard is mowed, and she is standing there with the hopper wanting my attention, “Master.”

I act like her disturbing me is an annoyance, “What is it, slave?”

“I don’t know where to put the clippings.”

Don’t ask me how I forgot but I forgot she was naked. “Head out the gate and dump it between the alley and the fence.” She does so without hesitating. She has heard plenty of stories about me, always protecting my girls. Here I am exposing her, putting her marriage and social life in jeopardy. Oh well, as I said before, she isn’t one of my girls. She is a cheating whore that slut shames teens.

As I expected, having Faith mow the lawn made Fiona think it was safe to go back to her painting.

Once Faith had finished putting everything away, I send the filthy slut in for a shower but only give her five minutes. When she comes back, she was running and still mostly wet.

“OK, bitch. It was tiring watching you work so you will do all the work. I’m going to lay down on the pool deck, and you can mount me to your heart’s content. I don’t want you cumming too soon or passing out on me so. No playing with or hurting yourself.”

I don’t wait for her to respond. I just walk over to the pool deck while she is jumping up and down in excitement, saying, “Yes, Master, Thank you, Master.” She is right behind me, and as soon as I lay down, she is hopping onboard. I have taught her to be extremely vocal while we play, so I just lay back and relax while she has her fun. I may cum a little early because of the X-Plus, but it will keep me hard, and we are going to fuck for a long time.

Every once in a while, I look up to see Fiona looking down at us. I don’t stare this time. I don’t want to cause her to run away again. When Faith gets tired, I throw her off me and then mount her in the missionary position. After that, every five minutes or so, we change positions. When we are done, Faith’s voice is hoarse, and she has problems talking. I no longer see Fiona in the window, but I think it is because she is sitting under it after her long masturbation session.

Faith is dead to the world, so I smack her in the ass hard. I know she should be more tired than me, but she is the slave here.

“Hey, bitch, go make us some lunch and be quick about it.”

She isn’t as quick to act as she usually is when I give her a command, but Faith moves as fast as she can. While she is doing that, I head for my pantry and get us a bottle of 100% pure wild blueberry juice. It is expensive as far as juices go, but it has more antioxidants than any other drink and a lot of natural sugars. I add in a little X-Plus and give a tall glass to Faith. Before she is finished making lunch, she is back to her energetic self and is ready to go again. I take a bit of the juice myself.

We eat naked in the back yard. Fiona takes a peak a few times. I doubt there is much progress with her painting today. As soon as we are done eating, Faith and I are at it again. This time, when we are finished, I have Fiona crawl back to the table and kneel at my feet so we can have a chat.

“You were a good girl today. I know you wanted more humiliation, but it wasn’t in the cards, and you did well by not pushing me. Since you were good, I am going to help you out and give you more humiliation than I have ever given you.”

Despite already having three marathon fuck sessions today, my little speech is making her wet.

“Fuck, bitch. How do you have any fluids left to be leaking out of your cunt like that? Go inside and grab us a pitcher of water and whatever is left of that blueberry juice.”

“Yes, Master”

This time, not only is Faith slow, she is walking bowlegged. All things considered, she is reasonably quick, and I continue, “I’m told your daughter is quite the slut. She is a cheerleader and fucks half the football team. You can’t stop her, especially when they are gone to an away game.

“Here is how it is going to be. You will bring her to me next Saturday. The season hasn’t started yet, so she will be in town. I will train her as I did you, and you will get the humiliation you need. You will no longer have to worry about her getting pregnant and ruining her life, and she will no longer be at risk of catching a nasty STD.”

This is the first time in a while that she questions me. “But, Master, she is my daughter.”

“Are you saying you want her to get Aids and pregnant? You want her to remain the town pump? You don’t want my gift of humiliation. You are one dumb cunt. Get in the house and down to the basement. I’m going to show you the new dungeon. You talked back. You showed a lack of love for your daughter, and you spit your gift back into my face. You have a lot to answer for, and you will not be able to sit down for a couple weeks, you fucking slut.”

This is the first time I use drugs or hypnotics to alter her personality or decisions. Yes, I have given her X-Plus but never used it against her. It was only for the energy boost so she could have more fun. Until now, it has been all her. I just led her down a path she wanted to go down. Now I use every tool in my possession. As soon as I close the door, I turn the stereo on with my hypnotic program to mould her mind. I feed her more X-Plus to make her pliable and I whip her ass until she is begging me to enslave her daughter.

When I am finished, I leave her tied to a sawhorse. There is a flexible arm holding a magic wand vibrating on high, pressed against her clit. Her nipples each have an egg tapped to them, vibrating on high. There is a robotic dildo going in and out of her cunt with a twirling robotic dildo in her ass. The best part is, they are all plugged into a UPS (Uninterrupted power source/battery backup) that is connected to sensors on the bench. When she passes out, the UPS turns off, shutting everything down. The first bit of movement when she wakes up, the UPS turns back on, and so do all the toys. Since it is a UPS, even if the power goes out, it keeps on ticking.

I keep her there until I see Fiona in her hobby room window again. I run down to the dungeon and free Faith from her torments. She has been trapped on the sawhorse for well over an hour. Once I have her on the floor, I break a capsule of smelling salts under her nose then feed her some X-Plus-water, so she has a little energy. I ask her, “What are you going to do?”

“Bring you my daughter and let you do whatever you want with her, Master.”

“Good girl.”

She smiles at me.

“What are you never going to do again.”

“Defy you, Master.”

I pick her up and carry her to the back door. Once we are there, I set her down and instruct her, “Put your clothes on and leave. I will see you when you bring your daughter.”

I open the door for her and she crawls out. As soon as she is outside, I slam the door, so Fiona knows somebody is in the back yard again.

There is a computer in the living room, so I turn it on and bring up the feed for Fiona’s hobby room. Sure enough, she is watching Faith get dressed. I bring up a second window, this one showing my back yard. Faith has a giant shit-eating grin on her face but moves extremely slow. From the time I kicked her out until she is dressed and gone is almost a half-hour.

So much for Avery putting a break on the sex. Sunday morning, I’m having problems sleeping again, so I am going over the recorded video footage from next door. I have it set up so that the computer notifies me if there is movement in the house. I see Charles is up early. He packs his fishing gear and heads out. Considering where the closest good fishing is, he will be gone until after supper. Fiona is up by nine and Avery by ten.

When Avery comes downstairs, Fiona tells her she is taking off to run errands and do some shopping. She tells her daughter she will be back to cook supper. Before Fiona is out the door, Avery is back upstairs in her bedroom, phoning Tammy.

Avery doesn’t wait for Tammy to get there. She unlocks the front door then runs upstairs to tie herself to the bed. Five minutes later, she is secured, and Tammy likely isn’t even on the bus yet. I have no way to explain to her why I know she is tied up, so I wait for Tammy to arrive. I figure I might as well get out of bed, so I head downstairs and grab some fruit and yogurt for breakfast. Then turn on the living room computer and wait. It is almost a half-hour before Tammy walks through their front door.

I watch as Tammy runs up the stairs and jumps on Avery’s bed. She is overly excited but calms herself down. She starts by kissing Avery passionately. It is not the kiss of a girl trying to turn somebody on for a show. It is the kiss of a girl deeply in love with the recipient. Tammy slowly works her way to all the erogenous zones she knows. She missed out a few, but she is young and inexperienced. She teases Avery by lightly brushing over her cunny on the way to her legs. This girl is taking a page out of my playbook. I stay and watch until Tammy is munching carpet.

I head next door. I knock just so I can say I did, but I know there will be no answer, so I head upstairs. I stand at Avery’s open door and watch for a minute before I clear my throat.

Avery is too lost in the pleasure she is receiving, and Tammy is too focused to hear me. Eventually, I knock on the doorframe.

Tammy is startled and jumps a bit. When she turns around, she sees me and screams. She backs away, saying, “Please don’t hurt us.”

I laugh, and Avery looks up half ways mad, saying, “Goddam it, Trent. You scared us half to death.”

“I’m guessing you haven’t told your girlfriend there what happened last time you were tied up like that.”

“Not true. She tied me up at her place last night.”

Tammy’s face is turning a delightful shade of red out of embarrassment. What teenage girl wants her lover talking to a stranger about their sex life?

I give her a half scowl and tell Tammy, “Your girl here had some footballer over. He found her toys, tied her up and raped her. Thankfully, I was in earshot. Given the bruising on her neck and ass, how did you not know your girl was assaulted?”

“She said she asked Tod to do it.”

“Wow, and you believed her. You know Avery better than that. You have known each other for a long time. You know she isn’t into pain. Why would she ask one of the biggest losers in your school to beat her and choke her hard enough she could have died?”

Avery is surprised, saying, “Wait a minute. How did you know he played football, and I never told you Tammy, and I have been friends for a long time.”

“Really, So what you think I am stocking you? Tod has the build of a guard. And his posture was that of a jock. Name another sport a guy that big could be good at. As for Tammy, do you want me to believe the only person you let know about your fetish is somebody you barely know? Then you let her fuck you.”

“How do you always do that?”

“Normally, I tell people about my time with Hathor Defence and how you learn to pay attention when you are constantly in situations that could be your last. Since you have both shown me your vulnerable side, I will let you know the truth. I had a shit time growing up. I had daily gang beatings starting in grade 1, ending in grade 7. My life never really got better until recently. Try living like that and not learn to notice things. If I weren’t observant, I would have died in elementary school.”

Tammy doesn’t know what to think. She just stands there, listening to the conversation.

“So why did you barge in on our fun,” Avery asks.

“You told me you would get a hold of me if you were going to start doing this again. Even doing this with Tammy is dangerous.”

“I can trust Tammy.”

“Don’t be so naive. Tammy loves you, and you know it. When I walked in here, she wasn’t fucking you. She was making love. You are not a lesbian. You will grow bored of her and enlist her help in finding a dom. She has no clue what to look for and will end up settling for somebody that will let her continue to play with you just so you can stay in her life. The guy will either set a trap for her or tell her she can play as long as she submits too. In any event, you will both be caught by the same loser and your life will never be the same.”

Avery asks, “What do you want me to do then?”

“What you promised. Let me know you want my guidance, and then let me help. Tammy, help me untie her, then let’s all head to my place.”

Tammy understands how I am going to make Avery my sub and is sad because she believes she is losing the woman she loves. I chastise her, “Tammy, I understand you are still a kid that likes to make assumptions and jump to conclusions without having the facts. Did I even once say I was going to exclude you? Stop sulking and grow a pare.”

Tammy is confused and needs some answers, so she asks, “Can we slow down for a minute? Who are you?”

Avery butts in and says, “He is my new next-door neighbour, silly.”

“And why are we trusting him?”

“He is harmless. Besides, he saved me last weekend. It would be kind of counterproductive to kill me now.”

“I’m not sure I’m ok with just heading into some strange man’s home for a threesome when I don’t even like cock.”

I correct her, “I never said anything about a threesome. I said I would help you and I will show you some things. I had a nice long fuckfest yesterday. I’m not sure how much I’m up for tonight.”

Tammy is intrigued by that and says, “You have a girlfriend, and you want us to?”

“I never said that either. Listen, I offered to help you out. I didn’t offer my life story. You can either come over and learn something or stay ignorant until somebody rapes you or worse. The choice is yours.”

I turn and walk away.

Avery is right behind me, housecoat in hand, saying, “Sorry. Tam, I’m with him ... Wait up.”

Tammy sounds upset when she says, “Hold on. I’m coming.”

As I enter my place, the girls have caught up, so like a gentleman, I hold the door open for them and direct them to the living room. They take a seat on the couch, and I take my recliner. At first, nobody says anything. The longer the silence, the more nervous the girls get. Eventually, Tammy breaks the silence, “Why did we come over here?”

I give her a friendly laugh and say, “More toys.”

“What are we waiting for,” Avery asks.

“You didn’t exactly give me time to prepare. One of the reasons I am sought after by women is I give them the experience they need. You two are relatively strangers to me, and I have to decide how far to push you and in what direction. You are just here to relax and have fun, whereas I am here to orchestrate. If I mess up, you will not be back and will be in the same danger as you were with Tod.”

“Why don’t you just break out the toys and we will have fun while you get your shit together,” Tammy asked.

“Because Avery isn’t a lez like you are. You will have fun, but then Avery will feel awkward, and it could damage your friendship. As for bondage toys, you are surrounded by them. Avery, take off your robe and lay across Tammy’s lap.”

She tentatively stands up and drops her robe. I am surprised to see she has a trail of pussy juice running down her leg. I deliberately didn’t tell her if she should lay down face up or down. She chooses face-up. This exposes her in a situation where she is extremely nervous, indicating she is a closet exhibitionist. I get up and walk to the side of the couch, where her head is, saying, “This is not a normal couch. It is built a bit more sturdy. If it pleases you then struggle all you want.”

I reach for her arm, pulling it above her head and kissing her hand. Holding her hand, I reach down and pull a cuff, attached to a cable, out from under the couch, cuffing her hand. I reach for her other arm and again kiss the hand. This time, I reach behind the couch and grab another cuff attaching it to her wrist.

By now, Avery is a lot less tense and has a smile on her face. Tammy is still a bit unsure of herself but is enjoying having a naked Avery across her lap. Tammy’s hands start to wonder. The cables are spring-loaded, so there is some tension. Her one hand is pulled to the floor at the end of the couch. Her other arm is draped over the back of the couch. She can easily pull her arms down if she wanted.

I walk around to the other end of the couch, picking up her one leg and kissing the top of her foot before cuffing it. Then I move to the other and do the same. Now it is time for a little instruction, “One thing most people forget is a relationship of any kind is all about the give and take. If your friend can’t make you happy, then they aren’t your friend for long. If you want to keep them, you reciprocate. The same is true with lovers. Tammy, you are not a dom. You have helped Avery with her bondage because that is what she wants, and you are willing to sacrifice for her. Avery, you are not interested in a gay relationship, but you need to be bound and exposed, so you too compromise. Neither of you are happy with the relationship. You both want more. Both of you feel trapped because you don’t see any options, and despite what you may think, you are both starting to resent the relationship. If you are willing, we are going to fix that.”

Tammy asks, “How so?”

“If you want to keep Avery, then you will have to sacrifice a bit more. I will train you, so you know what it is that Avery needs. I don’t want you to getting caught in a compromising situation because It can be dangerous. You will no longer play outside my home, so I will get you a key for when I am not around. Until you are trained, you are not the master. I am. I will not push you beyond what you are capable of handling.”

I am deliberately not addressing Avery. I have no clue if humiliation is something she is into, and I am easing her into it, so I don’t turn her off. As it is, this isn’t enough for me to gauge her desires for it. She is exposed and confined, both of which turn her on.

I reach down and pick up what looks like the tv remote. I press a combination of buttons, and the cables are pulled tight.

“You can see how her arms aren’t in the most comfortable positions.”

Both her elbows are strained, being forced in uncomfortable positions. So is her lower shoulder.

“Many of my contraptions have various tension settings. If I pulled her tight to the max, I could hurt her. You will need to know her limits. As she is now, we can keep her like this for 15 minutes. If she enjoyed pain, we would go longer. Later on, when she learns to be more accepting of pain, you can keep her in positions that hurt longer, and she will enjoy it a lot more. The pain adds to the feeling of helplessness.”

Just the mention of pain in confinement adds to Avery’s level of horniness.

I leave Tammy to play and grab a tote out of the hall closet, setting it behind the couch. I fetch us two pitchers of water and three glasses, then sit back in my recliner and watch Tammy play until she has had ten minutes of fun. Using the remote, I loosen Avery’s binds and reposition her arms, so both her arms are draped over the arms of the couch, then I put the tension back in the cables.

“You can see this puts a bit of strain in her shoulders. At this point, I wouldn’t keep her like this for more than 7 minutes. It will start to get extremely unpleasant for her. The good news is, over time, her tendons will stretch, and she will eventually be able to stay like this indefinitely.”

Once again, I just let Tammy play ignoring Avery. I pour a glass of water then grab a straw from the kitchen. I put the straw in the glass of water and feed it to Avery.

“It is important to take care of your slave’s needs. With the amount her pussy leaks, you need to keep her hydrated, or your play sessions will need to be kept short. It has to remain pleasurable for her, or you will lose her.”

It is a good thing that it is a high-quality leather couch. The amount Avery leaks out would ruin it otherwise.

When Avery has been in that position for 5 minutes, I undo her binds.

“Get up. Tammy, move to the centre of the couch and Avery sit on her lap.”

Avery is giddy with excitement. Tammy is still unsure of taking direction from me, but she likes what I have done so far and complies. She scoots over to the centre, and Avery quickly sits on her friend.

I cuff Avery, so her legs are pulled to the ends of the couch and the floor, causing her to do something like the splits. Her arms are draped over the back of the couch towards the ends.

“You can see her knees are strained. It is not a good idea to train these tendons. It will give her bad knee problems. We will add a couple exorcises to her routine so her knees will strengthen and putting her in this position will not harm her.”

Tammy’s hand is back in Avery’s snatch as her other hand wanders. I kneel between Avery’s legs and remove Tammy’s hand. At first, I tease Avery, making her nervous as I stare at her open cunt. This excites her as much as if I were playing with her pussy. Eventually, I move in and kiss her inner thigh. It causes a shiver to run through her entire body. I work in closer and closer to her pussy, but I move in slowly. At first, I only use my tongue. Soon I start using my lips and pull her inner lips while slightly nibbling. When I feel she is sufficiently excited, I work closer to her clit and eventually latch on to it. I suck on it hard and flick it continuously with my tongue. She screams in delight, but when she throws her head back, she smashes her head into Tammy’s.

I hear the thunk and then Tammy’s curse. I sit up to see what happened and try my best not to laugh.

“You have to learn to read your sub. You need to anticipate things like that. Remember, you are the dom. It is your job to take care of her in every way.”