Chapter 21

"Slave, stand up," I commanded, my tone changing to master mode.

Even with the knowledge that it was coming, both Traci and my slave (she was no longer Lori) were surprised. My slave only hesitated for an instant before jumping to her feet, however.

I went over to my slave and guided her away from the chair that Lori had been sitting in, moving her closer to the middle of the room. I positioned my slave so that she was facing her sister. I looked over at Traci for confirmation one last time before I moved behind my slave. Grabbing the hem of her tee shirt I slowly lifted it up. My slave instinctually lifted her arms, allowing me to remove the garment. I tossed the shirt aside and moved my hands my slave's hips. I guided her sweatpants down, and again she stepped out of them without having to be told. I tossed the sweatpants next to the discarded shirt.

"Turn around, Slave."

My slave turned around slowly, only clad in her bra and panties. She had her arms at her side and tried to keep her focus straight ahead. Once she completed a full circle and was facing Traci again, I reached out and deftly undid her bra.

"I do not want you to be wearing underwear when you are at home, Slave. I would prefer it if you did not wear a bra when you went out in public either, since there have been a few studies that show a link between wearing one and breast cancer. If you need one, like an athletic one for track or because the outfit you chose to wear requires one, then you will seek permission from me first. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," the excitement in my slave's voice was hardly contained, as she spoke for the very first time in her new persona.

"Remove your panties."

My slave was quick to comply with my command. When she bent down while removing the undergarment, I allowed my hands to gently caress her ass. She flinched slightly with the unexpected contact, but completed her task. When she stood, she held her panties in her right hand.

I looked over to my girlfriend who was sitting on the couch. I could see signs of her sexual flush, and I did not think it was from seeing her sister naked. I doubted it was even from the Master persona that I took on. Instead, I suspect it was from witnessing something that seemed forbidden, like the encounter I had with her mother a few days prior.

I reached out and collected the damp panties from my slave. I kept my eyes on my girlfriend as I lifted them up to my nostrils and inhaled the sexual scent that the panties had absorbed. "You smell more like Marge than Traci," I observed. The flush that Traci had deepened with that comment, so I added, "I shall compare your taste to theirs later."

I slowly walked around my slave, giving her an appraising eye. While Marge and my slave shared the same cup size, both Traci and my slave shared the same type of nipples: areolas about the size of a quarter, with eraser-like tips.

"As you read in the rules, you shall seek permission from me first before altering any part of your body. You shall continue to trim your pubic hair along your bikini line for the rest of the school year. Once you graduate, we shall shave you like your mother -- only instead of thin strip in the front, like she has, we shall shave it in the form of the letter 'C'. Also, I don't think it will cause a ruckus at school if you stopped shaving under your armpits. If it does, you will inform me at once, and we shall proceed from there."

"Yes, Master."

"Since you are standing, I shall show you the second position. Lori took Dance last year, so it will be easy to remember. It is the same as second position in modern dance: feet parallel to each other and under the shoulders, hips tucked in, chest thrust out, and your hands behind your back. You will look at the ground unless otherwise instructed. Do you understand, Slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"First position -- the most common position you will be in -- is just like second one, but instead of standing, you will be on your knees, with your ass pressed against your ankles. Third position is also on your knees, but with your knees spread, your butt raised in the air, and your forearms and head pressed against the ground. We will use these three positions for now and, in time, I might add more. Do you have any questions?"

"No, Master."

"Good, in that case, why don't you assume first position?" I asked casually.

I had thought that the ease I had used to issue my command might have confused her, but I was wrong. She quickly sank to her knees and took the position I had described. While she had her gazed fixed on the floor in front of her, I went over to my bag and withdrew the last couple of items I had in there. The blindfold I used on my slave was black and had a silky texture to it. After I made sure it was secured, I retrieved my slave's dildo from the chair that she had left it on. "Slave, can you see anything?" I asked.

"No, Master," Slave replied.

"Hold out your hands," I instructed my slave, and when she brought her hands from around her back, I placed the rubber phallus in them. "You will learn to recognize every groove, ridge, and vein of that. You will picture in your mind what you are feeling. In the future, when you are servicing the real thing, you will know your way around it. Now, I am about to put on some headphones on you so that you won't be able to hear any commands. If I want you to change positions, I will tap your left shoulder; the number of taps meaning what position I want you in. Also, I'm going to be inviting some friends over, so don't be surprised when you feel more than a couple sets of hands on you."

Slave remained silent as I slipped the noise-cancellation headphones on her. I had already calibrated the portable CD player so that the volume would be loud enough to mask any outside noise, but low enough that it would not be painful. That is, the volume would not be painful, but Slave might find the actual music hard to bear.

A slight shudder of discomfort passed through Slave's body when she heard the song start. She had instantly recognized it and had started to say her safety phrase, but quickly stopped herself. She held her tongue and settled herself for the long haul. She might be singing a different tune when she realized that the song was on continuous loop.

With my slave taken care of, I slipped out of the master persona. I gave Traci a warm smile, hoping she could tell I was back to being Chad, her boyfriend. She did detect the difference and asked, "What is Lor... I mean, Slave... listening to?"

I decided to answer her question by singing her the first line, "Yo, I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want."

Traci gasped and exclaimed, "How in hell did you find that CD! I thought I hid it where you couldn't find it!"

My smile turned into a grin as I asked, "Love, don't you know I know how your devious little brain works and figured out where you would hide it?"

Actually, I'd had no idea where she had hid the Spice Girl's CD. The whole household had grown tired of me listening to it, especially since I would just play the first song, Wannabe, repeatedly. I was not too surprised to discover the CD missing from its jewel case one day, and nobody would tell me where it was. Even Rose had remained steadfast in her denial of knowing where the CD was. It was when I played my trump card, telling the redhead that I would just have to buy another copy, that she relented and gave me a hint. I guess that the thought of me having to waste money buying a duplicate was too much for the fiscally conservative girl. I found the wayward disc underneath Marge's Stryper CD. I wondered if somebody had given Marge the CD as a gag gift, since it did not fit among her other compact discs.

While Traci sat there trying to figure out how I could have figured out where the CD was, I moved to the sofa and sat down next to her. I reached out and placed my hand on her knee. "Do you have any questions?"

I knew I was opening up a whole can of worms by asking her that. Throughout the whole conversation I had had with Lori, Traci had been chomping at the bit, dying to say stuff. She thought for a moment before asking, "Are you really going to have your friends come over?"

I shook my head and explained, "No, I'd just wanted that to be in her mind so that when she feels people touching her, she won't have a clue as to who it might be."

Traci grew silent and stared at her naked sister. She seemed lost in thought for a few minutes, and then she turned back to me. With concern in her voice, she asked, "Is there something wrong with me? How come I'm getting so turned on? I mean, it happened before when you and Mom were doing it. Now, I'm getting excited watching you control my sister."

I gave my girlfriend a reassuring smile and tried to explain the best I could. "I don't think there is anything wrong with you. You just find watching something so forbidden erotic. It's like some of those online stories I showed you. Some adults get off on reading about sex with children. It doesn't make them pedophiles just because they read about it. Same with incest; since it is the forbidden fruit, it makes it all the sweeter. The more we're told something is wrong, the more exciting it makes it when we witness it. Tell me, do you want to have sex with a girl?"

"No!" Traci vehemently said.

"But have you ever fantasized about it? Maybe wondered what it feels like for another woman's lips to softly graze your inner thighs, what the texture of a pussy is like to your tongue?"

Traci sheepishly admitted, "Yeah, I guess I have."

"Just because you thought about it doesn't make you a lesbian or bisexual. It's the same thing with watching me with your mother and sister. I'm guessing that it could have been anybody, and you would have found the situation erotic. Heck, the porn industry makes billions a year because people like watching other people have sex."

"Would you enjoy watching me have sex with somebody else?"

I thought for a moment before giving Traci her answer. "Only if I thought that you were getting pleasure out of it. Even then, I think I could handle it better if it was you and another girl, and not a guy. I know it shouldn't make a difference, but I think deep down in my primal core, I would be jealous. What about you, did it upset you when you watched your mom and I have sex last week?"

"No, I mean, well, just a tiny bit. I think since it was my idea, it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I guess since I knew that you wouldn't leave me for her helped. Speaking of which, did you mean what you said, about marrying Mom if she got pregnant?"

"If she wanted to keep the baby, then yes, I would. I guess I'm old-fashioned, thinking that children should not be born out of wedlock. You would still be the number one girl in my life, just that you would also be my stepdaughter." I added with a grin, "We'd most likely have to move to the Ozarks if that happened."

"So if I were to become pregnant-"

I cut her off, not liking where she was headed. "I think it would be unwise since you're still young. It would mean having to drop out of school to raise the kid. Traci, you need to know that I love you with all my heart, and that you possess my body and soul forever -- or until the time you realize that I'm no good for you. If you truly think that being married is something that you need, then we can do it, but only after you finish high school."

Traci nodded, but I had to be sure, so I asked, "Am I going to have to start to wear a condom when we have sex?"

Chuckling, Traci replied, "No, I'll stay on the pill. If I do get pregnant, it will be because the pill failed, and not from me not taking them."

I subconsciously glanced over at the fertility statue to make sure it was still facing west. I trusted my girlfriend completely, but thought it to be best to check her birth-control pill case in the future, just in case she accidentally forgot to take them. I started to contemplate about getting a vasectomy, just to be on the safe side, when I heard Slave gag. I quickly turned my attention to her.

It appeared that Slave had tried to deepthroat the dildo. She coughed a couple of times, but after she had recovered, she started back up. Traci watched her for a little bit before turning to me and said, "Damn, she is making me rather randy. Let's go back to our bedroom and fuck."

I grinned at her and said, "Why go to the bedroom? We might as well go at it here."

"What, in front of Lori?"

"Slave," I corrected Traci, "and it is not like she can see or hear us."

A grin broke across Traci's face as she said, "Okay, stand up and go next to her. I want to do the exact same thing as she is doing to the dildo."

I removed my pants and moved into the position Traci indicated. Traci sank to her knees in front of me and started to mimic the oral ministrations that Slave was performing on my rubber clone. The only difference between what Slave and Traci were doing was that my girlfriend could deepthroat me, whereas Slave could only get the dildo partway down her throat before gagging on it. Then again, Traci had lots more experience with my cock than Slave.

I was getting close to my orgasm when Traci stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "When you cum, cum on Slave," she said. She waited for an answer before resuming what she had been doing. It is always difficult to think straight when on the verge of cumming. Perhaps it was due to the blood being drained from my brain and relocated to another part of my anatomy that caused me to let out an affirmative grunt. I let out an appreciative moan when Traci started back up, and it was less than a minute later that I had to push her away, signaling that I was about to release my load.

I turned my body towards Slave just in time as the first blast let loose from my cock. It hit Slave right on her right cheek, causing her head to turn slightly. It was not from the velocity (granted, to me, it felt like the sperm was shooting out of my tubes at a hundred miles an hour) that caused the reaction, but from the sudden sensation of the warm fluid touching her. My next couple of blasts landed on Slave's chest, and I moved closer to her, milking the remaining cum onto her body.

Slave remained frozen from when the first blast of cum had touched her. She lowered her arms to her side, her left hand still firmly grasping the dildo. She only flinched a little bit when she felt Traci gather some of my seed on her finger. Traci waggled her cum-coated digit under Slave's nose for a couple of seconds before lowering it to her mouth. When Traci lightly pressed the finger against Slave's lips, Slave tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted the semen. Part of me wished that Slave was not wearing the blindfold so I could gage her reaction in her eyes, but from the way that she opened her mouth and accepted the finger told me that she did not find the taste repugnant. Perhaps it was from all the practice on the dildo that led Slave to practically give Traci's finger a blowjob. Slave actually leaned forward, trying to keep the finger in her mouth as Traci pulled it away.