Chapter 43

After I finished my Coke, I went back into the living room and surveyed the scene. I was relieved to see my women had lost the wild, animalistic looks in their eyes, and they were all sitting in the chairs in obedient poses. However, I frowned, and said, “Better. But you’re still all partially naked.”

Indeed, all of them were still topless with the exception of Mindy who wore a bra. I was a bit surprised that Ruby actually put on shorts, because the rest of them wore nothing but panties. And those all had to be very wet panties. The smell of aroused pussy filled the large room!

And I was amused to notice that while most of their clothes were still scattered here and there on the floor, all of them except Sue Ellen were now wearing high heels! Where did those come from? (I presumed Sue Ellen couldn’t find a pair that fit in time, since she didn’t live here yet.) Obviously a “conspiracy” to arouse me was afoot.

Cindy said, “Master, please be reasonable. You said make PROGRESS on putting on some clothes. We’ve done that. We’ve all put on at least a little.” She lifted an arm to show how she’d pulled her shirt on - all the way to her wrist on just that one arm!

I chuckled. I thought, I love how Cindy has gotten to be as incorrigible as the rest of them. And with Nicky gone, why not live a little? I deserve a reward after fighting temptation non-stop these past couple of days. Frankly, even if the meeting completely falls apart we can just discuss things a few hours later. Today is a day I can both relax AND enjoy myself. Tomorrow is when things will get tough.

So I relented. “Okay. You got me there. I’ll have to be more careful with my words next time. Besides, I’m enjoying the view. Just don’t dive off the deep end and it’ll be fine. Okay?”

They all agreed to that, so I sank myself back deep into the comfy Dream Chair. I said, “Let’s talk practicalities. Does anybody have to work today?”

Sue Ellen raised her hand. “I do. I have a shift from two until ten.”

I winced. “Ouch! I didn’t know that. That kind of ruins all my plans. Is there any way you could change that, or at least come back earlier? Like, say, at eight?”

“I don’t know. I could try. Why? What’s happening?”

“First of all, I made a promise that you and Cindy could play with my cock for as long as you wanted after this meeting ended. If you consider we still need to eat lunch, we won’t have much time for that. Secondly, we won’t be able to help you move today. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow, at least. And thirdly, I have an extra special event planned for tonight that you won’t want to miss. Here’s a hint. It’s going to involve a lot of harem sex!”

Sue Ellen’s eyes grew bigger and bigger while I was talking until they seemed to be the size of saucers. With a stunned look on her face, she said, “I’ll see what I can do!” Then a crestfallen expression hit her. “The problem is, I already changed my shift twice in just the last week to be with you! I’m on thin ice with the other waitresses as it is.”

She intensely pondered that with a furrowed brow. “But I think I can cut the shift down to just five until eight or nine. The thing is, the restaurant doesn’t really need us all those hours, but they’re required by law to have certain shift lengths. All they really need me for is the dinner rush. I’ll bet I can make a deal. Can I go make a phone call right now?”

I said, “Hold on. Does anyone else have to work today?”

Michelle spoke for herself and Ruby. “We both have to work a bunch over the next few days, but that doesn’t start until tomorrow.”

“Good,” I said. “I think you two will be helping with a lot of moving today then. Cupcake, please make that call. We’ll wait.”

For the next couple of minutes, I discussed the logistics of moving Cindy’s stuff plus more of Ruby’s stuff. My ladies were much more interested in hearing more about the “extra special event planned for tonight,” but I wouldn’t budge on discussing that until I found out if Sue Ellen would be available.

While still waiting for Sue Ellen, I noted to the others, “Both Cindy and Mindy accompanied me to church today, and sat on either side of me. That raises the question of what we are going to say to the outside world if everyone is living in one place. It’ll be hard to pretend us Coopers have merely taken on some roommates or something. What do you think we should do?”

Mindy said. “I think we need to be careful. What you’ll be doing with Michelle when you start fucking her could mean prison time. The odds of that are very, very low, but it’s not zero. It’s not plausible that you’re having sex with everyone BUT her. And we have to worry about what Nicky will think. The ‘limited hangout’ plan is the only thing that makes sense with her, in my opinion, but it’s in its early stages. What if our neighbors find out something, and then it gets back to Nicky later this summer? That could be a disaster.”

Damn! I hadn’t thought of that. To be honest, all this harem stuff still seems so unreal that I’ve never bothered to carefully think through such possible implications. It’s time I change my tune on that, and fast.

I said, “Excellent point.”

Mindy continued, “That said, I think it’s okay if you slowly reveal to the neighbors who care that Cindy is your mistress. There’s nothing illegal with that; it’s just somewhat scandalous. And that’ll explain why both Cindy AND Ruby live here now, since if she moves it makes sense her daughter would too. That just leaves having to explain Sue Ellen. Hopefully we can put off revealing that outside the family for a while. But eventually we can tell the curious that she’s a live-in maid. We’re rich enough for one, and some of our neighbors have one or at least they have full-time day maids. With more people living here, it’ll make even more sense that we needed to hire some help.”

I nodded with appreciation. “Brilliant. You sound surprisingly sensible. What’s up with that?”

“Despite my cucquean fetish, I’d like to think that I’m still a mature and responsible adult.”

I quipped, “We’d all like to think that. World peace and harmony would be nice too. What’s the REAL reason?”

She smirked impishly. “You got me on that one. I’m driven to be more responsible on this because I want to see you develop an impressive and successful harem as well as fuck lots of other women on top of that, but all my cucquean dreams will be shattered if we get caught and there’s too much scandal. So yes, I want sexual wildness, but done in a prudent and clever way.”

I nodded. “Now, THAT I can believe. You’ve been carefully thinking this through, haven’t you?”

She showed her usual happy smirk. “But of course. This is all relatively new for you, but I’ve been thinking about your future harem for YEARS. Cindy was always in my hopeful sights. Sue Ellen is the big surprise, but I’m more than happy to roll with that wonderful addition.”

I thought, Hmmm. Someday I’m going to need to find out what exactly was planned when. “For years?” That doesn’t really jibe with everything else she’s told me, does it? I thought she got involved during the late stages of the Plan. More importantly, at what point do these plans reach fruition? Is this the end game, now? Somehow, I strongly doubt it. Crazy! She may actually want the harem to grow bigger! Doesn’t she realize I’m just one man?!

Mindy smirked extra impishly. “And that plan will give Sue Ellen a great excuse to wear a French maid outfit, when she’s wearing any clothes at all, that is. Remember how she wore one for you?”

I nodded in fond remembrance of the time I hung out at the ocean view deck with Mindy around sunset while a French maid outfit-wearing Sue Ellen blew me. Good times!

Mindy said, “Well, I already have some specific outfits in mind that put that one to shame. Maybe it’s more accurate to call them parts of outfits.” She snickered at that.

I shook my head in wonder. “Take a cold shower before you spontaneously combust. I think your overall plan sounds reasonable, but no French maid craziness without my permission first. Yes?”

She nodded. But somehow I knew she’d already bought at least one extra sexy French maid outfit, plus the one she’d given to Sue Ellen already.

So I growled, “And don’t push your fantasy on poor Sue Ellen. If anyone is going to wear such an outfit, it might just be you.”

To my chagrin, that seemed to arouse her even more! I thought, How is it that whenever we talk about anything at all, it somehow turns into something super sexy and arousing?! I would be pissed at being distracted at every turn if it wasn’t so fucking FUN! Just the same, starting tomorrow I’m gonna have my work cut out for me, trying to establish real control over this wild bunch.

Happily, I was able to steer the discussion from French maid uniforms to practical concerns about moving in. And we kept on waiting for Sue Ellen to get off the phone and rejoin us.

At one point, after it became clear Cindy and Ruby wanted to move absolutely all of their possessions and right away, I asked them, “If you do that, what will you do with a totally empty house?”

Cindy said brightly, “Rent it out, of course! That’ll mean more money for the harem. The mortgage is totally paid off, so anything you get in rent will be profit, minus some taxes and bills. You’ll actually be able to make a big amount of money every month!”

I asked, “Did you say ‘you?’”

“Of course. You’re my master. I’m your slave. That means you literally own me, and thus you really own anything I legally own. If you ask me, there should be one pool of money and possessions for the entire harem, and you should be in total charge of it. And before you get all upset, know that that’s something I’m NOT going to budge on! If you refuse, then it’s like you’re saying you don’t truly own me and this slavery is just pretend. And that’s about the most hurtful thing you could possibly say to someone who has committed to being your slave for life!”

She crossed her arms under her bare breasts and stared defiantly at me, indicating she was determined to fight hard for this point if need be.

Ruby immediately said, “The same goes for me! I don’t care about money or stuff. I don’t need stuff. I don’t even need clothes! All I need is my master’s collar around my neck, his big fat cockhead sliding about four inches in my mouth, and a place to sleep in this house, and I’ll be happy!” She blissfully caressed her neck as if she was feeling a collar there.

I thought, Sheesh. There she goes again about a collar. I get that at least once a day. How many times do I need to explain that such an outward symbol of the harem is too dangerous? Maybe, if they really insist on that, we could do something less obvious, but I can’t figure out what.

Michelle, being the drama queen that she is, stood up and then bent way over and pulled her panties off (since that was all she was still wearing). “Me too!” As we all wondered what she was doing exactly, she lingered in that pose, letting her twin torpedoes wobble and dangle straight down. Even in that pose they retained a remarkably round shape.

Standing up straight again, she tossed the panties in my general direction. “You can take your stupid clothes and burn them! They only get in between my master’s huge cock and my cum-hungry body! Just give me my master’s collar, some sexy high heels, and a spot to kneel or lay down on right in front of my fully erect Daddy, and I’ll be happy!”

Ruby said a bit apologetically, “Oh yeah, I forgot about the high heels. I need those too!” She was still wearing the pair of shorts she’d put back on a short while ago, but she stood up and pulled those off along with her panties. She looked at her feet and seemed extremely delighted that she in fact was wearing high heels right now, along with all the other women.

Then she spread her legs wide while keeping them ramrod straight, and put her hands on top of her head. Finally, she thrust her massive E-cups forward by arching her back slightly.

Michelle saw what Ruby was doing and struck the exact same pose right next to her.

I thought with a strange mixture of arousal and alarm, Oh no! Position Number Two! They know how much I love that pose. That’s a low blow. And in fucking high heels they’re even MORE fucking hard-bodied bombshells!

It dawned on me, My erection isn’t going to subside until well after this meeting is over. In fact, It’s almost certain that I’m not going to go flaccid until they’ve coaxed a cum load out of me. I certainly don’t mind ultimately “losing” to their lusty desires. Still, we have to get some important things decided first. I need to hold out a little longer, so at least all the main points get covered.

I waved my hands. “Whoa! Whoa! No more taking off your clothes. No more standing up for dramatic statements. And NO MORE super sexy poses!”

I paused until the Hellions lowered their arms and went back to a more “at ease” pose. (However, their legs remained spread unusually wide, much like the woman in the famous poster for the James Bond film “For Your Eyes Only.” And I swear their legs looked just as good!)

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, because I almost couldn’t breathe at all while they were standing like that. I resumed the discussion. “This money and possessions issue is a very tricky one. Remember, you don’t have to be rich to be my girl. You don’t have to be cool to rule my world. Ain’t no-”

Ruby cut me off with a heavy, disgruntled sigh. “Good grief, Daddy! You’re about to make a joke out of this by quoting the Prince song ‘Kiss.’ But this is no joke! We’re dead serious!”

I conceded, “True, I was trying to lighten the mood with a joke. It always seems to work when Mindy does it. Anyway, I absolutely want all of you to keep your money and stuff because what if being in the harem doesn’t work out? We’ve been doing this literally a matter of DAYS! You might tire of it, or find someone else, or whatever.”

Cindy stood up and put her hands on her hips in an indignant pose. “‘Tire of it?!’ ‘Find someone else?!’ Are you crazy?!”

Remembering that I’d just said “No more standing up for dramatic statements,” she reluctantly sat back down. But she remained defiant. “Master, I want you to take those hurtful words back! You have no idea how much that hurts me!”

I started to say, “I’m sorry. I’ll try-”

But I was interrupted because Sue Ellen rushed back into the living room from where she’d been using a phone in the dining room. She was bouncing with excitement. “Good news! I CAN limit my shift from about five until nine tonight. Maybe even eight if it’s a slow night, and Sunday nights are often slow. Ain’t that the berries?!”

Thanks to all her exercising and athletics, Sue Ellen had legs that outdid Tina Turner’s in her prime. Those legs looked even better when she was wearing nothing but panties with a noticeable wet spot in front, as she was doing now. But I noticed something made those legs look even sexier yet, and I remembered she was wearing high heels too!

I wasn’t familiar with some of her Southern slang. I asked hesitantly, “Um, I assume it’s good for things to be ‘the berries?’”

She laughed. “Of course, Master! You silly!”

She stopped walking closer and noticed the increased nudity of some women, as well as some annoyed looks targeted at me. She asked in confusion, “What did I miss?”

Michelle said in a pissed-off voice, “WE, the slaves, have been talking about how WE don’t need any money or possessions. Those belong to Daddy because WE belong to Daddy!”

Cindy cut in, “He owns us, so course he owns what we have. How could it be otherwise?”

Michelle nodded, and griped, “It couldn’t be! The very notion would make a mockery out of our lifetime commitments. But HE is being a stubborn jackass about the whole thing. As USUAL! ARRRGH!”

Ruby asked Sue Ellen, “Where do you stand on the issue?”

Sue Ellen spoke like she was puzzled this was even an issue. “Well, of COURSE everything I have belongs to my master. Who ever heard of a slave with money or possessions? Besides, I would be offended by the very idea. It’s like Master wouldn’t think we’re serious about our eternal slavery!”

Cindy said hotly, “That’s exactly right! I just said the same thing. Master, I gave up EVERYTHING in my life to become your slave. It wasn’t some momentary whim. True, I decided quickly, but for a couple of days just about all I did was ponder that decision. I have totally redirected my life to serving you and your cock! Don’t belittle that decision with talk of partial slavery or some wimp-ass crap like that! Don’t give me some fallback plan; I don’t want a fallback plan! I’m in this all the way! Hard core! Till death do us part!”

I could see I practically had an insurrection on my hands. The other slaves looked like they were just waiting for a chance to express complete agreement with what Cindy had just said. Even Mindy was looking very upset with me.

I decided I needed to quickly change the topic. “Let’s table this tricky money issue for another time. Cin, I’m glad you said ‘till death do us part, ‘ because now that we’ve found out Sue Ellen is available, I’m ready to announce what tonight’s big event is going to be.”

That got their full attention!

Building up the drama, I said, “Cupcake, please sit back down.”

Sue Ellen hurried to her seat. She wobbled a bit on her heels as she went. It looked like she wasn’t used to wearing heels quite that high.

Then I said, “As you know, we recently had a formal and official slave initiation for Sue Ellen. It’s not right if she’s the only one who gets one. Michelle and Ruby, you two are still locked in battle with me over the sex boycott issue, amongst other things. So the time isn’t right for either of you yet, especially since an initiation ceremony involves a lot of fucking. But Cindy ... Cindy has been a living doll lately. She’s been very giving and understanding and sexy and all-around wonderful and lovable. So I think it’s high time that she has her initiation ceremony.”

That was met with stunned silence, bugged out eyes, and gaping mouths. It seemed all my women took their initiation ceremonies VERY seriously!

After a long pause, Mindy asked breathlessly, “Tonight?”

I nodded, “Tonight.” Even though I was the one making the announcement, I could feel my heart pounding fast as I got caught up in the moment. And my pulsing dick was dying to celebrate already.

Cindy dramatically stood up and clenched both fists in the air. “SON OF A BITCH! FUCK ME! FUCK!”

I was dismayed that she seemed distraught instead of delighted. In fact, it looked like she was about to tear her hair out in frustration! I asked, “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Hell no! I LOVE IT! It’s a dream come true! I’m so happy! I think my heart is about to burst! I didn’t think I’d get my own ceremony ‘cos I’d been grandfathered in! This is totally unexpected!”

Yet she still look stressed out and agitated. I asked, “Then what’s the problem?”

She was pacing around in agitation, like her entire body was about to explode and not just her heart. “It’s just that you won’t let me suck your cock! How am I supposed to take that news and NOT suck your cock?! And I find out I get to sleep with you and Mindy every night, and I still can’t suck cock for that either?! UGH! AAARGH! Hell, according to you I’m not even allowed to stand up!”

I laughed mirthfully at that. “Tell you what. I’m the master here, and I’m trying harder to act like one. I can make the rules and I can break them. You have my permission to suck my cock for the rest of the meeting.”

“YEEEESSS!” Cindy moved like lightning. It seemed like I blinked and she was already between my legs, with my pants pulled down to my ankles and her hands on my cock! However, she just held my shaft while she pulled her shorts and panties all the way off. (She was already topless too.) “Master, you will NOT regret this! I promise to be the BEST slave I can possibly be! You’ve made me SO VERY HAPPY! It’s like every day is the best day of my life, and this is the best day yet!”