Chapter 25

At the intermission, I turned Janey's stimulators down, more so that she could help Sally to the Lady's Room than to give her a break. I fully intended for her to be in a constant state of arousal for the remainder of the evening. It promised to be most entertaining, if not exactly fulfilling for me. I was beginning to get a certain — some might say perverse — satisfaction from the constant arousal in the two women.

They returned from the obligatory visit without incident. I indicated to Janey to bring a plate with a selection of the refreshments from the buffet and a single glass of champagne. The food had been artistically laid out by the Opera House staff prior to our arrival. Looking next at Sally, I simply pointed to the kneeling bench. Keeping her head bowed, she moved gracefully to my side and knelt down. I couldn't help but notice her calm demeanor and that a satisfied smile kept playing with the corners of her mouth.

I placed a finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet mine.

"Are you happy, my love?"

"Oh, YES, Master!"

"That pleases me."

I smiled at her warmly. Then, just as I was releasing her chin, I quietly asked, "By the way, how many times did you cum in the lady's room with Janey?"

I had detected a more than faint odor of sex wafting on her currents as she had come over to me. The offhand question was rewarded with a look of sheer panic on her face; that deer in the headlights look. Caught! She blushed a deep scarlet, and turned her face from mine in shame.

"That's five, my love. Do not make me give you more."

"Yes, Master."

I was silent for a moment, reflecting.

"Am I really, Sally?

"Really what, Master?"

She was confused by how I addressed her with her name. Normally, I use 'my Love' to address her when she was a Sub.

"Am I your 'Master'?"

She didn't answer for a while. When she did it was with her head bowed completely down, her chin resting on her chest. The jeweled collar must have been choking her.

"To be completely honest, I don't know. Sometimes, when you are focused, you are my Master. Other times I sense you are unsure or defocused. You try to cover for your uncertainty by pretending this is not serious. When you are like that, then it is hard for me to think of you as my Master. Uncertainty is dangerous in a Master.

"As much as I desire to do so, I cannot commit to you — as a slave — when you are unsure. You know I am committed to you as a lover, even as your future wife. I cannot commit myself, my will to you when..."

She looked me directly in the eye as she spoke that last part. She was not being cruel. She was, in a way, begging me to take this seriously, to be the total Master she could commit to.

"Forgive me for speaking so openly, but you asked."

I was quiet, shamed by my own indecision. I had sensed the same things, but didn't know what to do. No, that's not true. I did know. I needed to take this change in our relationship seriously, attack it the same way I did a business problem. Half the time I was feeling my way, unsure of myself. So I played it light, like a game. But this was not a game to her. I would have to get serious about this, and soon.

"Sally, thank you. I confess I have been feeling the same thing, but I didn't ... No. No excuses." I frowned at her, then made a decision.

"Slave! Do not address me as 'Master' until I am your Master."

She looked up at me, startled at my use of 'slave' to address her.

"You may use 'Sir' until then."

She nodded. She understood it was not an option. She also understood that I intended to become a true Master to her.

"Yes, Ma ... Sir. Thank you for understanding."

I nodded curtly. Taking the glass of champagne from the side table where Janey had placed it, I offered my lover a sip. She drank gratefully. I pointed to each one of the selections of delicacies Janey had brought over, one at a time. She finally nodded her head at a particularly small one. I held it for her to bite and she deftly nibbled at it until it was gone, then cleaned my fingers with her tongue. I grinned to myself as I thought of how she had made a meal of that tidbit. I could have wolfed it down in one bite with six others just like it. Sally took another sip of wine then refused all offers for more.

As the orchestra was still out, I leaned back, opened the Velcro fly of my trousers and let the head of my soft cock slip out.

"Slave, where is your place?" I asked her quietly.

Once again I saw a faint grin teasing her luscious lips as she repositioned herself over my lap and swooped down to claim her prize.

With Sally taken care of, momentarily, anyway, I turned my attention to my 'date.' She had been taking extraordinary pains to ignore Sally and me during our little discussion, which clearly meant that she had been watching and listening to everything. To take her mind off us, I cranked up all of her external stimulators to full, even the one in her ass. I also activated the implanted neuro-chemical reservoirs in her system to their lowest level, knowing that they would release tiny amounts of the sexual enhancer into her system. She would now orgasm at the slightest touch. Hell, if she even thought about it, she would cum.

I saw her blush as the sensations kicked in, then sag slightly as the combination of the stimulators and the chemicals pushed her over the edge almost immediately. She wasn't going to climb back out of this for a while. Wild-eyed, she staggered stiff-limbed back to her chair beside me. She sort of oozed into her seat, a puddle of quivering teenaged flesh. Her breathing was ragged.

"Comfy?" I asked her in a light tone.

She looked back up at me with a languid expression, her eyes unfocused and her mouth open. Her breath, when she could catch it, was in short gasps; most unladylike, but incredibly appealing. I thought I detected a slight nod in answer to my question, but it could have been another spasm passing through her.

I tipped her head over onto my shoulder and sat back to wait for the second half of the concert. About a minute later I felt a warm light touch on my leg. Janey had put her hand there, right below her mother's face. As Janey climaxed, her hand squeezed my leg, and gradually moved towards my iron shaft. When her fingertips finally grazed the velvety skin, she stopped moving any closer. She seemed content with just that light contact. Her sharp fingernails moved lazily though my thatch of curly pubic hairs, digging in from time to time as she crashed through another climax.

Her mother watched this from above, her mouth never moving off of the head of my cock. It must have been strange for her, watching her daughter in the throes of orgasm after orgasm and not being able to sense it. I still had the damper on their link, keeping their sensations apart.

Even when the music started, Sally stayed in place. I didn't urge her away this time. This part of the program was not the composer's best work, neither were they Sally's favorite pieces and the conductor's interpretations left me a little cold. To be honest, I don't think any of us was paying much attention to the music.

Somehow, I managed to get both of them into the limo at the end of the concert. Janey's legs were a little wobbly, but she pulled herself together to get through the dwindling crowd. She didn't talk to anyone and she looked a bit flushed. I held her close to me, supporting her through the crowd. She leaned heavily on me until we stepped outside. The cool night air seemed to revive her. Sally followed obediently behind us, as ordered.

The limo driver moved smoothly up to the curb as we emerged from the gaily-lit doors of the Opera House. She hopped out and opened the rear door, timing it so that we didn't even have to slow down; just down the stairs and into the limo. She was good.

As we settled into the rear seats, I felt my fly being opened by two timid hands. Since Sally was still bound with her arms behind her, that could only mean that Janey was doing some exploring. I glanced at Sally, who was just getting to her knees in front of me. I motioned with my head for her to get up and sit beside me on the other side away from Janey. She did so without hesitation.

After Sally was seated, I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into me. I nuzzled my nose into her hair and breathed in deeply. I loved the smell of her hair. I brushed my lips softly along the top of her head. I hoped she wouldn't notice this apparent weakness on my part, but I found it hard not to express my love for her in 'soft' ways. I was still learning, and hadn't yet realized it was the attitude, not the action.

With a deep sigh of satisfaction, Sally accepted my affectionate gesture. She tucked her legs up under her, and snuggled into my side. I slipped my hand through the opening of her cape and captured a firm tit. She turned her face to my chest.

"Please, Sir. I will cum if you do that. You know that. You are very skilled at arousing this slave. I cannot help myself. Forgive my weakness."

I carefully captured the stiff nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I looked her right in the eye.

"Slave, you have my permission to cum three times before we get home. I will not stop playing with your tits until we arrive, and I know just how sensitive they are and how horny you are right now. I will do my utmost to make you cum as often as I can. If you succeed in limiting your pleasure to three climaxes, you may choose your own punishment for your indiscretions tonight. You will receive only the five strokes, which you will count aloud for me and for which you will then thank me. If you do not succeed, the number will be doubled, and I will choose the punishment."

She gasped as I squeezed her nipple hard just as I ended. It must have taken a supreme effort on her part to stifle that orgasm, but she did not cum. The driver started the limo and the vibrations from the road added to her torment. I teased the firm flesh in my hand unmercifully. Sally did not draw away from me or resist my marauding hand. She remained quiet, her breathing very controlled.

Janey had begun her exploration of my now engorged prick as I was dealing with her Mom. Her hot little hands grasped the base of shaft. She could not encircle it with one hand.

"Daddy?"

Her voice was small, much like I imagine it was when she was six years old.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Honey. What do you want to know?"

"Are most guys this big?"

She lifted my swollen organ in her tiny hands and waved it a little to indicate what she was referring to.

I laughed quietly. This was going to be an interesting ride home.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think so. However, the size of a man's penis is not really that important between two people who love each other. A man does not need a big cock to bring pleasure to a woman."

"Does it hurt when you stick it in down there?"

"The first time a woman is penetrated usually hurts her, at least a little. Even after that, a small penis can hurt the woman if she isn't prepared or ready or willing."

Janey had her own experience with that. She knew it could hurt, even a small one. She was quiet, softly stroking her fingers up and down.

"Some of the girls at school were talking about blow jobs, putting their boyfriend's thingy in their mouth and then sucking on it. Is that what Mom has been doing tonight?"

"Not exactly."

I eased off on my tit-torture of Sally as I reflected on some of the great oral passions we had experienced in the past.

"Your Mom and I had a bet once that she could make me cum in a minute or less by just holding the head of my cock in her mouth. To win the bet, she couldn't move, or suck, or hum or anything. Just hold it. She was right and she won the bet, the first time. I won the second time. I won't bet with her like that again. I'm afraid of what I would lose next time."

I smiled down at my lover. I placed a tender kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes and a small tear of happiness trickled down her cheek from the corner of one eye. Sally sighed as I attacked her sensitive nipple once more, this time caressing it to its full turgid height, then flicking it rapidly with the tip of my finger. I continued talking to Janey.

"Now, I have her do it that way, just holding the head in her mouth, more as a reminder. Giving a man oral pleasure is one of the most intimate acts a woman can do for a man. The pleasure almost always goes just one way with this act, from the woman to the man. The very position the woman is in, kneeling, is a position of servitude. In addition, it just feels great to have her mouth there."

"Do you ever let her move, I mean, does she still give you blow jobs?"

"Janey, you should know by now, I don't 'let' your mother do anything. She pretty much does whatever she wants, whenever she wants and I willingly accept her gifts to me. By the way, I also have pretty much the same freedom with her, to do what I want, when I want and she accepts the pleasures I give her. She even accepted my proposal of marriage, eventually.

"So the answer to your question is, 'Yes' she still does pleasure me orally. I do the same for her, too."

"You mean you put your mouth down there, on her?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow! Doesn't that tickle?"

"Not too much. I trimmed her pussy hair back out of the way so that I..."

"Not you, silly. Her! Doesn't it tickle her?"

"OH! Well, exc-u-u-use me."

We both laughed.

"Well, I don't think so but I really don't know. You'll have to ask her. Later. I do know she never laughed while I was eating her pussy, at least not out loud. She moans a lot, but no laughter."

She was quiet for a bit.

"Is Mom a good cock-sucker? Is that the right name for it?"

I chuckled. What a loaded question! How did women always manage to ask questions that made you compare them to each other? I was just about ready to answer her, truthfully, when Janey interrupted. She had sensed my quandary.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll rephrase the question. Do you like the way Mom gives head? Does she have a good technique?"

This time I laughed aloud.

"First, the name 'cock-sucker' has kind of a bad taste to it. I wouldn't call you or her that, no matter what. Second, your Mom is the absolute best, not that I have that much to compare it to."

I felt Sally shaking as I held her. She was laughing, not having an orgasm.

"Third, it is not her technique that makes her the best, although she is fantastic that way too. What makes your Mom so special is her attitude. She wants to give me pleasure that way. It is her gift. I have never asked her to do it."

My voice kind of tapered off at the end. Suddenly, a light went off in my head. Attitude, not actions. Attitude, not techniques. I needed a fucking attitude adjustment. Fast.

Janey was thinking about what I had said, too. As she was thinking, her head lowered toward my prick. She continued her inspection from point-blank range. Her inquisitive fingers pressed against the spongy head. A clear drop of pre-cum grew at the slit at the top.

"What does it taste like, you know, that stuff that spurts out?"

"I, uh, I don't know."

"Didn't you, you know, that time in the dungeon?"

"No." I cast about for a way to continue.

"I failed my Mistress that time."

She looked up at me, her face a question mark. I explained my comment to her.

"When I was in the dungeon, I gave myself, gave over my will, totally to your Mom. It was the only way I could endure what was going on inside my head, to get rid of the terror and fear. Understand that I did what I did willingly. I would do it again, if she asked me to. Still, in my mind, when I was in the dungeon, I came to think of her as 'Mistress, ' my owner. I still think of her in that way when I remember what happened. She is my Mistress even now, in many ways.

"When I was in the dungeon, at the end, I only tasted the clear discharge a man makes at the beginning, the pre-cum, at that time. All I can tell you about that stuff is that it tasted 'slippery', salty. But sometimes, after your Mom takes me in her mouth, we will kiss, and I can detect a different taste that I assume is a little of what I taste like. It isn't awful or foul tasting or anything, but it is different. Tangy, I guess."

"Oh. You don't like to talk about that time she did all that stuff, do you?"

"It's OK, Honey. I'm just not exactly sure what happened or how I feel about it sometimes. I do know that a lot of good changes came out of that experience."

"So, am I supposed to swallow that white stuff? Some of the girls thought that would be gross, but they hadn't done it, so they didn't know. Doesn't a guy pee out that hole, too?"

I played with the loose hairs on the back of her neck, careful to not put any downward pressure on her head.

"Janey, Honey, you're not even supposed to have a cock in your mouth unless you want it there. It should always be your choice. Never let a guy try to tell you he will be injured if he doesn't get relief. It doesn't work that way.

"Second, it's up to you what you do with it. Spit or swallow. It's your choice."

"What does Mom do?"

"Does it matter?"

She thought about that.

"No. Not really."

That seemed to be the end of her questions as she was silent for the rest of the ride. A lot of the content she had already heard from her Mom in their many talks. I know Sally had been very thorough and more explicit than I thought necessary.

I don't know if Janey just wanted a second opinion or a man's perspective. Sally and I agreed in our approach to sex and relationships in terms of giving and not taking, of it being a shared experience, not one forcing or coercing the other. I felt confident I had not contradicted anything Sally may have told her.

Janey seemed content to hold and fondle my cock, gaining a sense of its size, hardness, and strength. One time she leaned forward and touched the tip of her dainty tongue to the drop of pre-cum that had collected at the pee-slit. After she had tasted that, she leaned her head back on my stomach, apparently deep in thought. I felt her shudder as the stimulators pushed her over the edge of one climax after the other with regularity. I was amazed she had been able to hold a coherent conversation with all that shakin' going on.

We rode the rest of the way home without incident, in silence.

We disembarked from the limo, and I walked Janey to the front door. As this was still our first 'date, ' I took her in my arms and gave her a good night kiss on the porch in front of Sally. Janey returned the kiss and sucked in my tongue greedily. That simple good night kiss ended up leaving us both a little breathless. Her enthusiasm was highly erotic.

I slipped my hand into my coat pocket and turned her stimulators off. She gave a little whimper.

"Well, I guess the date is over. Right, Dad?"

She almost sounded disappointed.

"Yes."

She gave me another big hug.

"Thank you. I had a good time. You made me feel very special tonight. Good night!"

With that, she gave me a chaste peck on the cheek and let herself into the house. The door shut, leaving Sally and me standing in the cool night air. I turned to Sally.

"So, slave. How many times did you cum on the way home? I didn't feel any. Am I losing my touch?"

She looked up at me, trembling. "None, Sir. But I had cum three times in the ladies room with Janey without your permission. How did you know, Sir?"

It had been a damn lucky guess. I just smiled a knowing smile at her. I think I almost fooled her.

"Anyway, since I had cum three times and you allowed me three, I figured I couldn't allow myself any more, Sir."

I was not pleased with her response, but I had promised her that she could choose her punishment. I was in unfamiliar territory, and I think I overplayed the part a bit. It didn't feel natural, but it was what I thought a displeased master would act like. I was wrong.

I reached out to the clasps of her cape. I undid them roughly, one by one, and jerked the cape off her shoulders, exposing her naked body to the night air. The nearest neighbor was 2 miles away, and the porch was secluded. But it was still a shock to her to be exposed outside of the house, outdoors. I towered over her, backing her up against the front door. My eyes were angry, and my tone harsh.

"First, slave, you don't think. You don't 'figure.' You do what I tell you and only that. I gave you permission to come three times in the car. You missed out on that pleasure, slave. I already knew you had cum without permission and you are going to be punished for that.

"Second, by refusing to cum for me, you took away from me the pleasure of pleasuring you, of bringing you to a sweet release. You resisted my touch, you ignored my commands, my caresses, squeezes and pinches. If you do not wish my tender touches, you will get painful ones instead.

"Third," and I softened, considerably, "I love you. Deeply. Totally. Forever and ever."

I kissed her trembling lips. I wanted to ravish her then and there, to fuck her on the porch. It was one of the few places in her house we hadn't done it. But her fear was a good indication it probably wasn't a good time. She wasn't the only one frightened. We were on the threshold of a new darkness. I didn't know if the darkness contained an abyss or if it was just another room in the house of our relationship. I took her in my arms as I continued.

"Slave, my Love, I promised you a punishment. I also promised you that you could choose it. Here is the key to the dungeon. Go get something for me to use, then come back to the bedroom and we will continue."

I turned her around and set her arms free. She would need them to get into the dungeon. We stood still for a while as I massaged some feeling back into her stiff upper limbs. When she was able to roll her shoulders without grunting in pain, I opened the door and gave her fanny a good smack to get her moving. She literally ran into the house in her high heels, and all the way to the basement. I thought I heard a sob a she turned the first corner and went out of sight, but I couldn't tell.

I made my way to our room, lost in thought. I was confused, overwhelmed by the events of the evening with Sally. They hadn't gone the way I had anticipated. I was sitting on the edge of the bed when Janey called out from the hallway.