Chapter 2

The candle-lit path turned once we reached the dining room, and then headed deeper into that room until it reached the dining room table. Or, I should say, it ended where the table had been, because there was no sign of it. Instead, a huge bed was in its place. And I do mean huge! There was easily room on it for all six of us. I had never seen such a bed before and I wondered how it got there.

But that wasn’t all. Right in the middle of the bed there was what looked to be some sort of easy chair. Actually, it wasn’t so much an easy chair as a gigantic pillow molded in an easy chair shape. And yet I saw it had some levers and knobs on one side, so it had to be more sophisticated than that. I suspected it was one of those new “memory foam” chairs that I’d heard of but never used before. It looked to be fairly light, because it rested on top of the bed without sinking down very much.

The dining room was even darker than the living room, because so much of it was taken up by the bed, and there were no candles on the bed (although there were plenty circling all around it). The whole arrangement made it feel like that huge bed was an island of shadows floating in the darkness.

Curious to see what Mindy had arranged for us, we all moved closer to get a better look at this unusual chair.

Finally, once Sue Ellen reached the edge of the bed, she said, “Mindy, that is such an interesting chair. I’ve never seen anything like it! Is that for me?”

“Of course not,” Mindy said a bit harshly. That surprised everyone, but she explained, “That is the family throne, and of course only one person has the right to sit there.”

All eyes suddenly were focused on me. I have to admit I didn’t like the pressure of being put on the spot. But I was trying to behave the way a master was supposed to, so I didn’t complain.

The mood had grown solemn, and it seemed as if words were unnecessary. With everyone obviously expecting for me to take my seat, I really had no choice but to do so. The others all quietly stared as I “ascended the throne.”

Sitting in the chair, I noticed several things about it. For one, it felt extremely comfortable. I sank several inches into it, like I was sitting on a giant pillow. But it seemed to fit me just perfectly. Then it occurred to me that probably was because it had been custom built to fit just me. I wound up in a very laid back position, much like sitting back in a lounge chair.

But the strange thing about it was it seemed to be only part of a lounge chair, since there was nothing supporting my legs, such as a footstool. In fact, I asked Min, “This feels nice. Very comfy. But what am I supposed to do with my legs?”

She knelt up on the bed and retrieved some pillows I hadn’t noticed in the darkness. “You can use these. This throne is very modular. For instance, your armrests come off. Or you can tilt it back like a lounge chair, but it’s better if you don’t right now because I want you sitting up.”

I examined the armrests, and discovered they were the tops of pillows that leaned snugly into the main chair. But they came away easily if I didn’t want them.

Mindy said to the others, “Come closer. Take off all your clothes and get on the bed so I can show you how this works.”

She waited some long moments for them to finish undressing. Frankly, I was kind of surprised we all still wore so much clothing. Somehow along the way I’d lost my pants, but I still wore my socks and shirt. The others all got completely naked except for Mindy, who preferred to wear her “sexy druid” robe. By doing that, she separated herself from the rest, which I thought was interesting from a symbolic point of view. I speculated that she did that deliberately so she would be seen as my one and only wife, and with the authority that came from that.

As the others scrambled up on the bed, Mindy finally explained, “This is a very special bed and a very special chair, for a very special man.” She briefly turned my way and smiled at me but spoke to the girls. “As you will see, everything is pretty much designed for sexual pleasure. To serve your master.”

She still held up the pillows she had just retrieved. They were very long and triangular shaped. “He was asking about leg support. These are the pillows he COULD use for that. But I’m not going to put them in place now, and I doubt they’ll get much use for their original purpose at all, because everything about this chair is especially suited for cock service. See how easily accessible the King is?”

All of the others ooohed and aaahed at that, even Cindy. I kind of thought she was a little more grounded about all this cock slave stuff, but apparently that was true only in a relative sense, since the girls were so fanatical about it.

The others all scooted closer towards my erection except for Mindy, who was still standing at the edge of the bed and serving as a sort of mistress of ceremonies.

My robed wife said, “That’s it, girls, get closer still. Of course, any ol’ chair will work if we’re talking a single blowjob or even a double one. But this chair was specifically made to facilitate multiple blowjobs with three or more cock slaves! C’mon, everybody! Give it a try!”

That was like throwing a raw steak in front of a hungry dog, and there was a sudden rush.

I thought with chagrin, Once again, nobody bothers to ask me if I’m ready to handle a multiple tongue assault. After all, I’m still recovering from everything that had happened at the foyer. But apparently I’m supposed to have an endless amount of stamina.

I’m not exactly a “young whippersnapper” anymore, but dammit, I’m determined to show that I could handle anything they can dish out! Min says I need to rise to the occasion for Sue Ellen’s sake, so I will. At least, I’m going to try my best for as long as I can.

When the proverbial smoke cleared, Michelle and Sue Ellen wound up on the inside of my legs, while Ruby and Cindy wound up on the outside. But sure enough, there was plenty of room for all four tongues to start licking.

Mindy looked at us like she was witnessing a proud family Kodak moment. In fact, she even clasped her hands together over her heart and sighed happily. “This is too precious! Honey, four sexy and stacked slaves on you at once! I swear, I could bask in the glory of this sight forever! The only thing better would be five. You wouldn’t believe what I can do to this chair to give easy access for a fifth mouth, but we’ll save that for another time.”

After watching my four girls eagerly lapping away for a minute or more, an idea came to her. “Oooh! I know! I’m already recording all this on video, but some close-up snapshots will be even better!” She ran off to get her digital camera.

I just quietly sighed. I can’t exactly be upset. Far from it! The pleasure I’m feeling simply defies words. But I do feel a bit miffed in that I seem to be getting railroaded at every turn. Even though I’m the supposed master, it feels to me like the others are running the show and I’m merely being brought along for the ride.

But I decided, I’m going to let things slide for now. For one thing, it feels so DAMN GOOD! I mean, INSANELY GREAT! Seriously, who on Earth could complain when four gorgeous ladies are licking one’s cock all at the same time?! Plus, this is Sue Ellen’s big evening, so I don’t want to do anything to spoil that. Later, though, I’m going to have to put my foot down about some things.

My wife soon came back with the camera. She crawled all over the bed, snapping photos from every angle. She made a particular point of taking a lot of close-up shots. My cock slaves all mugged it up for the camera, grinning madly and even flashing the thumbs up sign. Of course, my hard-on was in every picture, since their four faces were always right next to it. I doubt my cockhead was in a single photo though, since it always seemed to be all the way inside one mouth or another.

Sigh. Such is the tough life of a cock slave master. Heh! Okay, I’ll admit that I’m having a hell of a great time!

All the while, Min gave posing advice, which also doubled as cocksucking advice. For instance, peering down through her camera lens from directly above, she said, “Okay, now Ruby, tilt the King at a jaunty angle ... like that. Good. Now, I want all four of you to lick his sweet spot at once. Let’s show that it can be done! ... Good, good, but Cindy, you gotta brush your hair back, it’s in the way. Good ... Okay, now Michelle, Sue Ellen, I know you’re closing your eyes to better savor the sweet, sublime cocksucking joy, but I want everyone with their eyes open, looking up at the camera. Good! ... Now, show me how much you love your master with your busy tongues and fingers! More passion! Good! ... Okay, hold that pose, but don’t forget to keep licking!”

After a couple of minutes of this, I spoke up. “Min, this is nice and all, but ... I’m only human!” I was panting pretty hard by this time, so I was keeping my argument short. “Four tongues are too much! Can we just ... take some pretend shots?”

Mindy lowered the camera and gave me an incredulous look. “PRETEND shots? God forbid! Why? Yes, tonight is about Sue Ellen’s initiation, but it’s equally about your pleasure. To have them merely fake licking you would be a sacrilege! Why, that’s like asking the Whizzo Chocolate Company to use mock frog. It simply won’t do!”

I suspected that was a Monty Python reference that I didn’t quite recall, thanks to the licking party taking place on my erection - my wife absolutely adores Python. “Okay, fine,” I sighed. “Then we’ve got to stop altogether, or I’m gonna cum!”

That set off a mini-crisis, because I was so close my boner was twitching around wildly, and yet the girls weren’t willing to stop. But eventually, thanks probably to my groaning and the way I wildly waved my hands in the air, I was able to get all of them to pull back. I panted hard until the imminent urge to cum passed.

Mindy looked crushed.

Still breathing heavily, I had to say to her, “Sweetheart, you act like you haven’t been married to me all these years. You KNOW my body has limits. So why are you acting otherwise?”

“Well, I know that, but that’s under normal conditions. You have to rise to the occasion tonight. Plus, I’m assuming the Coolidge Effect is at work, and in a turbo-charged way.”

“The what?”

“The Coolidge Effect. You really haven’t heard of that?”

I shook my head no.

“I’m surprised, because it’s a big part of your life now. Basically, researchers have noticed that people can maintain a surprisingly high level of sexual performance thanks to the introduction of new partners. Just when you think your dick can’t get it up anymore, along comes another one of your cock slaves, and BAM! Instant erection!”

I frowned. “Is this some Mindy cucquean fantasy thing, or is it for real?”

“Oh, it’s most definitely for real. I can find something on the Internet about it, if you like. The name comes from an old joke about President Coolidge. The story goes that he and his wife were shown around an experimental government farm one day. Mrs. Coolidge noticed that one particular rooster in the chicken yard was mating very frequently. After being told that he mated ‘dozens of times each day, ‘ she said, ‘Tell that to the President.’ Mr. Coolidge then asked, ‘Is it with the same hen every time?’ The reply was, ‘Oh, no, it’s with a different hen every time.’ The President said, ‘Tell that to Mrs. Coolidge.’”

The others thought that was quite funny and interesting, and wanted to know more. I strongly suspected that Michelle and Ruby knew this already, but they played along just the same.

Since we were all resting anyway, the others crowded around Mindy. She then gave a mini-lecture about the conditions by which the “refractory period” - the time needed to get it up again after cumming - could be shortened or even eliminated, especially by the introduction of new partners.

I only paid half-attention. I was glad the spotlight was on someone else, and I even closed my eyes to rest a little bit. It may be hard to believe, but just sitting there getting one’s cock licked by multiple tongues can be tiring! Of course that isn’t the case if one just cums willy-nilly, but there’s a lot of strain and effort in trying not to cum.

I was grateful, because I knew she was ably and deliberately diverting their attention, giving me a chance to fully recover.

I noticed that Mindy started out with a scientific explanation, but it quickly morphed into a cucquean fantasy. She emphasized the “necessity” that I have a “constant stream” of “beautiful and busty bombshells” all “pay their respects to the King.” Anyone listening to her would have come to the conclusion that a man needed dozens of sex bombs at his beck and call to have any kind of a minimally satisfying sex life.

My sexy ladies seemed to eat it up, like it was the Gospel truth. Maybe I should have said something to dissuade them, but I figured it was just harmless fantasizing. Besides, I was too busy enjoying my mini-nap of sorts.

Once Mindy finished her explanation, she drew closer to me, which made me open my eyes. She said, “I’m gonna have to whisk your slaves away for a couple of minutes to dress them for the next phase. Can I leave you alone on your comfy throne, or should I keep one here to titfuck you or something?”

I rolled my eyes. “Really, I’m fine. I’m not some king on a throne. And by the way, I object to this being called a throne.”

She replied, offended, “But that’s what it is. It’s a throne!”

I heard Ruby say to Michelle, “Isn’t it cute how he modestly tries to deny his natural mastery over us all?”

Michelle muttered darkly, “Kinda cute, but a lot more annoying. Grrr!”

Pretending I didn’t hear that, I said to Mindy, “Look. If I am the master around here, then I get to make the rules, and I don’t like that term. How ‘bout if, instead, we call it, I dunno ... the dream chair?”

The others had been drawing closer too, and they all seemed receptive.

Sue Ellen gushed like a starry eyed lover, “I like it. It’s where dreams come true! Slurpy, sticky, spermy dreams!”

That seemed to settle it. However, Michelle added the caveat, “But it’s gotta be capitalized. You know, the first letters. As in, Dream Chair.”

“Fine,” I said. “But what difference does it make, since none of us are writing anything down?”

She replied, “If we think of it that way, we’ll treat it with greater reverence.”

I nodded my agreement to that, thinking it wouldn’t do any harm. I also said, “You know, this chair IS very customized. It’s super comfy! How did that happen? I mean, you must have special ordered it, and that takes time. There’s no way you could have started the ball rolling in the past couple of days, when we started talking about initiation ceremonies.”

All smirky and happy, my unrepentant wife said, “That’s when YOU started talking about them. You know the rest of us have been on a different wavelength for ages. As to how I got it, where I got it, how much it cost, and all the rest, don’t worry your pretty big head about that. Let’s just say that Santa’s special sex elves brought us an early gift.”

I played along. “‘Sex elves?’ I didn’t know Santa has sex elves.”

She smirked. “Oh, he does. It’s a non-stop orgy for Santa up at the North Pole. That’s why he manages to deliver so many presents in a single night - he’s keen to get back to his sex elves.”

Sue Ellen cut in with the enthusiastic observation, “Kind of like us! Santa is up there with his bevy of sex elf babes, fucking them constantly, and Dan is here with us, his cock slaves!”

Cindy stepped forward and grinned. “Yep. Fucking US constantly.” She gave me a smoldering “come hither” look.

It seemed like all the women were eager to pounce on me then and there, especially Sue Ellen, who appeared more energized than I’d ever seen her. (And that was a lot, since she seemed to always be brimming with youthful vim and vigor.)

But I was feeling overwhelmed. I asked, “Where is it going to go? We can’t leave the chair here, obviously.”

Ruby corrected me, “The Dream Chair.” Somehow, I could hear the capital letters in her voice.

Min just smiled knowingly. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it. I’ve got it all worked out. And by the way, there’s some other new furnishings that’ll be arriving tomorrow too. Just in time too, since Nicky’s coming home.”

“Huh? Can you explain that? And do I get a say in anything around here?”

She was all smiles. “Of course you do. After I do all of these great things for you, you get to say ‘Awesome, ‘ and ‘Thanks, ‘ and ‘Great idea, Sweetheart.’ Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. And right now, I can tell you need some more rest.”

She was right about that last part, at least. Luckily for me, Mindy herded the others out of the room.

That left me completely alone, and I had some time to think. Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick! This is nuts, man! I mean, I LOVE the sexual pleasure. FOUR tongues on me at once! How great is that? But all this slavish behavior is kind of disturbing.

I looked at the seat I was still reclining in. Call it a throne or a Dream Chair or whatever, but this is NOT normal! Maybe it should be called a throne after all, because they’re treating me like an honest-to-god king. But I’m not! I’m just a dad. How did I get into this situation?

On the one hand, I don’t want to make waves. The pleasure is gonna only get better, if such a thing is possible. Plus, I don’t want to ruin Cupcake’s big night. But on the other hand, maybe I have to make waves. What kind of precedent am I setting here? I’ll bet things are only going to get more over the top as the ceremony goes on. There probably will be the reciting of vows and all that jazz, like some kind of mock wedding ceremony. I’m sure they’ll go on and on about how great I am. Before long, even I will start believing the hype! I don’t want to go there.

Besides, what’s up with this big bed that this chair is on top of? I forgot to ask, but this IS just temporary, right? I mean, this is where we eat our meals. Where else are we gonna be able to put a bed of this size where guests won’t see it? Min had officially gone around the bend. Sheesh.

I decided though to just sit tight and enjoy whatever happened. After all, I didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth, and I especially didn’t want to ruin Sue Ellen’s evening. And, truth be told, my dick was doing a lot of my thinking for me. Apparently, four tongues at once was hunky dory for “Mr. King.”

I waited about five minutes before the gang came back in, strolling down the path of candles from the living room. At first, in the darkness, it looked like all of them were completely naked, except for Mindy in back with her “sexy druid” robe. But I heard a strange clinking sound, like someone was dragging chains on the ground.

Then they got closer and I saw there WERE chains dragging on the ground! Each woman was wearing manacles on her wrists and ankles, and chains were linked between the ankles and wrists for each of them. The chains were long enough so their movement wasn’t really constrained in any way. It was pretty much just symbolic. But still, they were CHAINS!

They kept their heads bowed down, like they were taking part in some solemn procession, but I could see that each and every woman was smiling widely, even though they just as clearly were fighting not to, since they were supposed to stay serious. It was like they were convinced that I would be extremely pleased by this display of bondage.

As if that wasn’t enough, all of my women, including Mindy, walked right up to the edge of the bed, and then got down on their knees. But they didn’t stop there: they knelt forward and down, with their arms outstretched in front, until their hands touched the floor. They were prostrating themselves before me! It was like I was some Egyptian pharaoh who was to be worshipped as a living god! Sue Ellen was in the middle, with Ruby and Michelle on one side of her, and Cindy and Mindy on the other.

I thought to myself, Okay, this is it! This is too much! I stood up. The others might not have even noticed, since it was dark and their faces were in the carpet. I didn’t want to cause a big commotion and ruin Sue Ellen’s special time, so I carefully walked between Sue Ellen and Cindy until I was clear of their prostrate bodies.

By that time, they had noticed something was going on. Mindy stood up, and said to the rest, quietly, “Stay there for now, girls. Dan and I have something private to discuss first.”

I walked through the kitchen and into the den beyond it. I waited for my wife to join me there, then I closed the door.

She started to talk, but I wouldn’t let her. I said, “Min, this is ridiculous! I have to put my foot down! I knew something like this would happen, and I’ve been trying to be open-minded, but there’s a limit! Chains? Seriously? Real, metal chains?! And having them all bow down before me like I’m an emperor or king? Come ON!”

She winced. “It is a little bit much, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, a little! Talk about the understatement of the year. I mean ... chains! For crying out loud! There’s sexy, and then there’s just ... freaky! When I see those chains, you know what I think?”

She was still wincing, practically like I was going to hit her, so she didn’t reply.

“I think slavery. And I’m not talking cute, fun, sexy slavery; I’m talking all-too-real ‘black people whipped and killed in the South before the Civil War’ kind of slavery. That is NOT fun! It is NOT arousing! I mean, my God!”

She tilted her head and looked at me curiously. “Come on. Isn’t it at least a little bit arousing?”

“Well ... okay. I’ll admit it. But in a BAD way! I don’t want to be aroused like that. And it’s not like we need to go to extremes. I’m as horny as humanly possible already!”

She put her hands up in a placating posture. “Okay. We can lose the chains. It’s just that, well, remember when I said that everybody’s ideas for the initiation ceremony were pretty much the same?”

“Yeah?” My arms were crossed. I looked and felt very annoyed.

“Well, across the board, we all thought the chains would be a kick. You see ... I know where you’re coming from. The line between brutal, real slavery and the sexy, arousing, and fun kind is a bit, uh, blurry. If you see it as just a fun, pretend, playing around kind of thing...” She sounded unhappy and conflicted, as if she was trying to convince herself too.

I dropped my head, closed my eyes, and pinched the bridge of my nose, as if I felt a headache coming on. In fact, I did feel a headache coming on. “I think you just pinpointed the problem. I could see myself enjoying this if it was done in that spirit. I know I’ve been pretty square with my sexual habits in the past, but things have obviously opened up in a big, big way recently, and I’m trying to be open to new things. But the problem is that it’s NOT just a pretend thing! Those women out there are taking this all too seriously! Well, maybe with the exception of Cindy. At least I hope she’s an exception.”