Chapter 77

(Wednesday, May 29th)

The rest of the evening turned out to be fairly uneventful for me, at least from a sexual point of view. Sue Ellen’s amazing deep throat action had pretty much sucked every last shred of sexual energy out of me, so there was no further hanky panky.

Mindy, Sue Ellen, and I had a nice, non-sexual dinner. We had no shortage of things to talk about. Imagine you married someone you barely knew. Then, after the wedding night, you have a million questions about the person you know you’re going to spend the rest of your life with. That’s just how it felt.

The more time I spent with Sue Ellen, the more she impressed me. It was becoming clear that she’d had a very sheltered and isolated childhood growing up in her rural hamlet in Georgia. As a result, she hadn’t been able to reach her full potential. Now that she was out in the wider world, she was making up for lost time and taking in everything like a sponge. I got the impression that she was unusually smart and perceptive. She should have gone to higher ranked college, except the poor quality of her schools had held her back some.

It was a real delight talking to her and discovering just what a diamond in the rough she was. She also was very interested in my career as an author and wanted to know all about it. Naturally, that was flattering and fun to discuss. In fact, I would have been happy to talk to her all evening, but she had a “spy mission” to accomplish.

Ruby and Michelle didn’t leave Michelle’s room that evening, as far as I could see (although Mindy told me they did eat some food from the trays we left them - so much for the hunger strike idea). Ruby slept there rather than going back to her own home.

In a way, that was a relief for me, because it gave me a respite from more emotional drama.

Sue Ellen’s ‘spy mission’ was to go to Michelle’s room and try to get them to reveal future plans, using the description of what Mindy, she, and I did by the hot tub to get things going.

As Sue Ellen later explained to me the next day, things didn’t go as hoped. The Gruesome Twosome certainly were eager enough to hear her tale. In fact, they hit her with a barrage of questions about it pretty much as soon as she started knocking on their door. It was just as Sue Ellen had thought: Michelle’s room was close enough to the hot tub so they could hear our sexual cries, but it was far enough so they couldn’t hear the conversation. Sue Ellen gave them a detailed blow by blow, with all the conversation relating to my secret intentions about the ‘dating boys’ idea I had revealed left out.

I wasn’t too surprised to hear that got all three of them extremely horny. Michelle, being as stubborn as she is, tried to hold out. She said it broke the spirit of their ‘sex boycott’ to masturbate while hearing a hot story about me controlling and spanking two of my women. However, Sue Ellen’s account was so arousing that it destroyed Michelle’s resistance like a mine blowing a rowboat out of the water. Before long, all three of them were naked and frantically masturbating.

But even that wasn’t enough. When Sue Ellen got to describing how I spanked and fingerbanged both her and Mindy at the same time, and even got up and turned around to show off her still-red ass, the Gruesome Twosome lost it. They both launched themselves at her ass, and suddenly a three-way lesbian orgy was on.

Unfortunately, Sue Ellen was skimpy on the details after that. She said it wouldn’t do to tell me a “totally hot story” when my penis was in no condition to appreciate it. She also said that she didn’t want to rob the impact from when I saw something like that in the flesh for the first time.

So that was a bummer, although I had to agree with her reasoning. But the even more disappointing thing was she said they got into each other so much that she forgot all about her ‘spy mission’ and the topic of future schemes never even came up.

I had to talk Sue Ellen down from beating herself up about it. I told her that one has to walk before one can run, and it was good for her to sexually and emotionally bond with them in any case. She felt a lot better after hearing that. (Plus, calling her ‘Cupcake’ a lot helped cheer her up.) And it was a valid point, especially since it sounded like they did bond in both ways. Sue Ellen even wound up spending the night, sleeping in the middle of a sweaty and exhausted tangle of bodies.

There was some drama from Cindy later that night too. She came back to our house after we’d finished dinner, dressed in only slightly sexy clothes. Her attitude towards me was conflicted, to say the least. She defiantly announced that she was sticking with her ‘sister cock slaves’ (they were all calling each other ‘sisters’ lately, even though none of them were genetically related), and she would have nothing to do with me until I gave up my ‘absurd demand’ for the two girls to date boys.

I pointed out to Cindy that she’d been the only one to fully support me on the dating boys plan up until a couple of days ago.

“Yes,” she grudgingly admitted. “But things were different then. I hadn’t been fully tamed and enslaved back then. I hadn’t even begun to understand what it means to be a sex slave, YOUR slave. Besides, even then I felt it wasn’t going to happen, but I went along with what you said so you wouldn’t think I was weird. It was a, uh, difficult transitional time for me. But I know better now.”

Hearing Cindy, for so long a good friend yet a seemingly unobtainable, secret object of desire, casually talk about being ‘a sex slave, YOUR slave, ‘ sent shivers down my spine. What a thrill! But I kept my cool, and said, “If you’ve been ‘fully tamed and enslaved, ‘ as you just said, then you should obey me on this too.”

“Yes, I’m still your cock slave; that’ll never change. But I’m not so blinded by your incredible cock and your all around sexual prowess and loving ways to think you’d never make a mistake. This is a huge mistake, and you know it! I believe it’s just a matter of time until you see the light. You’re a smart guy. Asking those two adorable slaves to kiss boys - or more! - is just nuts! Sheesh.”

She shook her head sadly, as if in total disbelief of my stupidity. “If we stick together in sisterly solidarity, hopefully you’ll come to your senses faster. No master is perfect, you know.”

I was actually glad to hear that kind of attitude, even though it was a bother in the short term. It looked like Cindy had her head screwed on right more than any of the others, including my wife (or maybe I should say especially my wife!). I needed help from her with that kind of reality check thinking. But, unfortunately, I couldn’t tell her that just yet. It suited my purposes to have her on their side for now.

She asked, “Mindy, where do you stand? You’re with us, right? The cool girls.” She smiled and winked.

Mindy replied, “Well, to be honest, I’m kind of sitting on the fence. On one hand, I also agree that Dan is totally wrong on this. You don’t make your sex slaves kiss boys, period, no matter how well meaning you are. But on the other hand, I’m his wife, and we support each other and present a united front. Luckily, he’s allowed me to sit this one out as much as I can.”

“Fair enough,” Cindy replied, shrugging.

Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. We’d decided that Mindy and Sue Ellen should hide the fact they were with me, for the time being. That way, when they ‘flipped’ during Sue Ellen’s initiation ceremony and other such events, it would be more shocking and influential.

I also felt I could ‘flip’ Cindy if I really pushed the issue, but I knew I’d need to be in top form to do so. Most importantly, I needed to be sexually active and tempting, and I was neither right now. (Give me a break - I needed a rest!) Also, it would have more impact if she flipped later. So I let her ‘rebellion’ slide without much comment.

Even though Cindy was trying to defy me on that, she was still feeling very needy towards me, especially because of her job. I’d been the one who’d told her she needed to quit her job immediately, due to both her slimy boss and her lousy pay. Plus, it was only part-time, and she needed better hours than that.

I’d been surprised that she’d gone and quit right in the middle of the ‘rebellion.’ But since she had, it was something I needed to help her with. I immediately made that clear to her. After she’d explained her last day at work in detail, I said, “Cin, I was the one who said you should quit. I also said I’d help get you a new job. I stand by that. I’m proud of you for acting so decisively, especially given your history of waffling.”

She replied, “To be honest, you’ve given me strength. I know it sounds corny, but now that I’m your cock slave, I look at everything differently. For instance, even though my boss was a louse with wandering hands, I still looked up to him and even respected him just because he was my superior. Now I realize that was my natural submissiveness being channeled in the wrong direction. I feel soooo much better tonight! I couldn’t care less about him now. And I’m not even afraid about finding a new job, because you’re my master and I know you won’t let me down.”

I thought, Uh-oh. I have a feeling there’s gonna be some blowback from unrealistic expectations. I don’t walk on water! I’m gonna have to redouble my efforts to get her a good job, and fast. And that’s double of nothing, ‘cos I haven’t done jack yet.

I said, “Remember, I may be your master, but I still put my pants on one leg at a time every morning, like everyone else.”

Cindy joked, “Except you have three legs.” She looked knowingly towards my crotch.

Mindy laughed. “Good one!” She high-fived Cindy, since she happened to be sitting next to her. Running with the joke, she acted all annoyed as she explained, “It’s so hard trying to buy clothes for him, you know. You should see the looks on the faces of the employees at The Gap when I go in there and ask for three-legged jeans for my husband. But it’s not so bad, now that they’ve opened that specialty store for well-hung men at the local mall. You know the one: ‘Big and Thick.’”

We all had a good laugh at that, especially her play on the ‘Big and Tall’ specialty stores.

However, I tried to seriously resume the conversation. “Cindy, I’m going to do all I can to get you a new job, right away. In fact, I’ll devote my full attention to that tomorrow. Between your looks, your smarts, your talents, and your all around desirability, we should have no problem at all.”

Cindy looked away, delightfully embarrassed with the praise. “I’m not all that.”

I took her hand. “Yes you are.”

Mindy coughed. “Cindy, before the two of you start fucking like bunnies, you’re supposed to be mad at Dan, remember? What’s with that lovey-dovey look on your face?”

She laughed at Cindy’s fingers-caught-in-the-cookie-jar expression, and then spoke to me. “But in any case, I have a suggestion that could solve Cindy’s problem. Honey, the fact is, whether you allow Ruby, Sue Ellen, and/or Cindy to live here or not - and I definitely think you should - the fact is, they’re going to be here many hours of the day regardless. And that means a lot more work, more cooking and cleaning that needs to be done. But who’s gonna do it? Me, with my full time job already? No thanks.”

Getting to her point, she said, “Remember when you initiated Cindy into her slavery, and you gave her that spanking? Remember how the idea came up that she should be your full time maid, catering to your every need?”

“The idea didn’t just ‘come up’ all by itself,” I pointed out. “You were the one who suggested it.”

My wife played dumb, but she couldn’t help but grin a little bit. “I did? Oh yeah, perhaps it was me.”

I needled her playfully, “You have the most interesting selective memory.”

“Do I? Oh, what was that? Did you just say something to me just now? I forget already.”

We all chuckled at that.

She went on. “But in any case, Honey, why can’t Cindy be a maid in reality? Can’t you just picture her in a French maid outfit with a duster and frilly white cap and everything? And I don’t mean a regular French maid outfit, either. I’m talking about the erotic kind, like the one Sue Ellen was wearing that day.”

“That was a Halloween costume,” I pointed out.

“Yeah, but so what? It’s sexy! It’s exactly the sort of think a slave maid should wear. We could even use that very outfit, at least for the time being until we get some really nice ones. Just picture her bending over your desk, ostensibly cleaning with it her duster, but really focusing on showing off her huge tits spilling out her top, and her ass and pussy peeking out back as she bends. Naturally, you’d slip your fingers up her hot gash and-”

I cut in, “Whoa! Whoa! Hold on! Cin, why are you so quiet? What do you think of this idea?”

Cindy stared off into space, uncertain. “To be honest, this is the first I’ve heard of it. I’ll have to think about it. On one hand, I like the idea of working here, and being near you so much, but on the other hand, a lot of real work would need to be done, and I have no love of cleaning house.”

I said, “It’s settled then. Nope! No dice. Not to knock the importance of housework, but I feel Cindy’s smarts and talents could be put to better use.”

Undeterred, Mindy asked her, “What about the French maid outfit though? Doesn’t that make you hot and horny?”

“Of course it does,” Cindy replied. “My pussy is getting moist just thinking about bending, preening, and tempting Dan until he can’t take it anymore, and gives me the deep and powerful fucking I crave. But I - or any of the rest of us - can do that at any time, just for fun. And I’m sure we will. But to do that as a full-time job is an entirely different thing. I wouldn’t be happy with that. I want to feel productive and not just have sex all the time.”

Again, I was pleased that Cindy was at least keeping a foot in the real world. I wished my wife were as grounded as she was.

I took Cindy’s hand again. “Cin, I think you’re really special. I’m not saying housework isn’t real work. But it’s not intellectually challenging, and with your smarts, you need a job you can really sink your teeth into, and enjoy.”

Cindy nodded, looking relieved.

I glanced over my shoulder towards my wife, and said to Cindy, “You’ve gotta be careful with her. She means well, but ever since she’s been infected with this cucquean thing, she thinks from between her legs far too much. Min, were you really thinking about what kind of job would work best for Cin, or were you thinking what would be really hot?”

Mindy blushed. “Unfortunately, you know the answer. I’m guilty as sin. It’s just that, ever since we were talking about it that day, I’ve had an image of her in that outfit.” She turned to Cindy. “It would look soooo sexy on you!”

I slapped my forehead to show my chagrin. “Be that as it may, that’s not how you pick a job for your best friend! Am I going to be the only sensible one around here? Sheesh!”

Cindy patted my hand. “Don’t worry, I can help. I’m not as totally cock crazy as the young’uns,” - she grinned at that silly word - “and I’m not a cucquean like Mindy. So I’ll try to be a reality check, if you need one.”

Then her face turned upset, and she poked me aggressively in the chest. “Also, like I said before, I realize you’re not perfect either, mister. So if you go astray, like, say, forcing your daughters to date boys, I’m gonna call you on it, and take action!”

“Well, thank you,” I replied. “Even though I disagree with you on that particular issue, I respect your position.” Again, I couldn’t tell her my true position, since it wasn’t time to ‘flip’ her just yet. “As for French maid outfits, I fully support your suggestion to use them in role-plays from time to time.” I winked at both of them over that idea. “And as for REAL jobs, let’s do some brainstorming on that.”

The three of us spent the next couple of hours discussing possibilities, and looking up information on the Internet. Unfortunately, while Cindy was very smart, she’d spent years at dead-end jobs, learning few new skills. It would be tough to get her a good job unless someone could hire her based on potential, instead of what she actually knew already. But if worse came to worst, we could always fall back on her secretarial skills.