Chapter 50

I looked up at the two women standing in my office. They were close together, holding hands, ready to take whatever I was going to decide.

"Come here."

As one, they came around my desk, separating at the last minute so that one was kneeling on each side of me. Gently, I reached down to each one and assisted them to sit on my lap, one on each leg. As they settled in, somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to expect, I broke down and cried.

I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through. I cried for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.

As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one another. A fucking Kodak moment, if there ever was one.

Finally, our tears and sobs lessened and stopped. Kleenex appeared and, to a chorus of honking that would have made a flock of geese proud, we cleaned ourselves up. I sat, one hand cupping one tit of Sally, the other hand cupping the tit of Nicole. They were still a little nervous at my anger and my unpredictability right at that moment, especially with all that had gone on that day. I toyed with their nipples, squeezing and fondling the pliant globes until their breathing became more shallow and rapid. Sally was squirming on my thigh and Nicole rested her head on my shoulder. Neither had touched my hardness, waiting for my permission. I decided not to give it.

I urged them up and, rising, we went to our bedroom. There, I stripped them both and positioned them on the bed in an obvious manner. Then, I went over to the chair, pulled it up to the side of the bed and sat in it. Sally and Nicole lay there like frozen slabs of beef, neither moving.

"Master?"

"What?"

I was not in the mood to tolerate any nonsense from them and the tone of my voice said as much.

"What do you want us to do?" asked Sally.

"What does it look like? You're face is in Nicole's cunt, her face is in yours. You figure it out," I snapped

"But..."

"Have you ever done it with a woman before?"

I knew she had. I had pictures.

Sally nodded.

"Nicole?"

I wasn't sure about her, but Europeans are much more liberal, in general about the homosexual thing.

She nodded, as well.

"And?"

"We've never done each other, Master."

"You don't want to?"

"No ... Yes. OH!" Sally was frustrated and frightened. "Master, are you angry with us?"

I thought for a while about that one. No, I wasn't angry with them. I was disappointed in myself. But I was not angry with them.

"No," I answered her softly, the anger gone from me.

"Thank you, Master."

With that, both dove into the juicy morsels staring them in the face. Soon, they were writhing and moaning, totally ignoring my presence, yet still giving me a show that most men would only be able to fantasize about. It was an honest show, too, as I could tell from the building orgasms I could sense over the link.