Chapter 56

Breakfast the next morning was only a little late.  I had had to rouse the
sleeping beauties, and they weren’t all that happy about it.  We had been
sitting for only a few minutes, waiting for the last arrivals.  Simone
slipped into the chair on my left, a satisfied grin on her face.  It
resembled a smirk, but wasn’t quite as insolent.  The reason for her
satisfaction became evident when Janey entered and moved to the chair on my
right.  That was the chair that the girl with the exposed breasts sat in.
Janey made as if to protest to Simone, then, lowering her eyes, eased into
the chair.  Her posture looked like she was hovering over the seat, trying
not to let her ass touch the fabric of the cushion.  I figure Simone had
worked her over pretty well the night before.

The real shock, however, came when Sally lifted Janey’s short T-shirt up and
took it off.  Those deliciously creamy tits were emblazoned with angry red
stripes, along with her entire stomach.

“Lean forward and turn towards Sally.”  I spoke in a deadly tone and she
obeyed without hesitation.

The pattern of stripes on her back matched those on her front, methodically
even and expertly applied, almost the work of an artist.  That they had been
laid down by my innocent little girl shook me deeply, more than it should
have.  She had an obvious talent for this, a love of it, and I suddenly
realized I was not prepared for the competition nor the training of her.

“Stand up and show me your bottom, Janey,” I said, knowing even as I said it
what we would see.  I was right.  Flaming red lines, evenly spaced from the
small of her back to the tops of her thighs.

“Well, Simone, I hope you remember that you will be on the receiving end
next time.  And that will be soon, believe me.”  I emphasized “Soon” and the
cocky look she had in her eyes began to wilt.  She was proud, and rightly
so, of the expert way she had handled the crop, but it was a bit excessive.
More than a bit.  It was exuberant, a celebration of whipping, beautiful in
a way, but uncalled for under the circumstances.  I wasn’t sure how to
proceed with this volatile minx without crushing her spirit.  Of course, I
was a good one to preach moderation with the whip, what with my two women
showing very visible bruises on their asses and unable to sit without
wincing for a couple of days.

“But, Papa!  Does not the Holy Book tell us it is better to give than to
receive?” she asked with deceptive innocence.

I wheeled on her and again saw her eyes dancing merrily.  She was enjoying
this way too much.  “Simone, the Good Book says many things, almost all of
which have been, at some time or another, taken way out of context, usually
to excuse any number of excesses or misdeeds.  In this case I think you’re
stretching that quote just a bit too much.  However, to be fair, I would
like to continue this little discussion after Janey has had her turn with
the crop on your bottom – and front – and then we’ll see if you still think
that you would like to quote it.”

I paused, looking over once again at the multihued skin of Janey.  Then,
with a deadly serious voice, I said, “I have a feeling that you will, but it
will be from a more balanced perspective, no?”

Simone blanched as she heard that last line.  She understood she was going
to have the opportunity to compare firsthand both the giving and the
receiving of such an extravagance of pain.

The remainder of the day was quiet, Simone and I being the only mobile ones
in the family, and for some reason, she was avoiding me.  Go figure!

The rest of that week and on into the next, everything just seemed to come
together.  Sally was busy with the new house and Nicole was being drafted to
assist her more and more.  The basic architectural work was done, and Sally
insisted that Nicole put her own ideas into the finishing touches.  It was,
as she said, going to be ‘our’ home.  Of course, Sally didn’t ask me for my
input.  Like I always said, she was really smart...

In general, things were going really good for me for once.  Perfect, almost.
  Oh, a blip here and there, and that vague sense of aggressiveness wouldn’t
go away.  All four of the women learned to stop asking for ‘frivolous’
punishments.  They quickly found out that I was entirely too willing to lay
on the strap or to use my hand on a quivering bare bottom.  I had even taken
to disciplining Sally and Nicole on a regular basis, seemingly on a whim,
for my pleasure.  I know my behavior struck them as odd, no pun intended,
but it was something I couldn’t shake.  I needed to work off this building
aggression and their luscious bare bottoms and backs were my preferred
method.  That they didn’t complain, well, I don’t know what I would have
done if they had.

But in general, things were going great.  I could tell just how great they
were by the rapidity with which the whole thing turned to shit.  It’s a
directly proportional relationship, in my experience.  The better things
are, the faster they go to Hell.

I didn’t do anything wrong, really!  I swear!  I just forgot what my Dad
always told me about things and not fixing them if they weren’t broken.
Really, all I was trying to do was make things better.  Honest!

Anyway, Sally announced that our new home would be ready in four weeks.  The
carpet layers, painters and other craftsmen were under pain of death to have
it done by that time.  Listening to her describe the hubbub and chaos of the
renovation, I reminded myself never to negotiate with that woman unless we
were both naked at the time.  She was tough, and the house would be finished
exactly on schedule.  Or else.

Her announcement set into motion a long formulated plan of mine, and I
immediately began making telephone calls to a few select friends.  That’s
not where I screwed up.

That happened the next day, that fateful day, a day that will live in
infamy, a day that would … – well, you get the idea.

I approached Nicole when she was coming in from the grocery store.  I knelt
down in front of her and offered up my collar to her with both hands.
Somewhat taken aback, she took the collar before she realized what it was
and read the note attached to it.  The note said simply, “Sally will help
you.”

I had bowed down with my head to the floor, so I did not see what she did
after that, but apparently Nicole had tried to fit the collar on her own
neck, then around her waist before going to Sally.  All I heard was the
clip-clip of her heels on the tile floor.

I couldn’t make out the words that were said but I heard Sally’s voice, at
first patiently explaining, then asking, and finally pleading with Nicole.
I did hear very plainly Nicole’s repeated protestations of “NO!” and “I
cannot do such a thing!” and “Absolutely not!  I don’t need to do this.”

That last one, and it was the last one, was particularly hurtful to Sally,
having been aimed at what Nicole perceived had been a lack within Sally that
had forced me to submit to her in that first time.  It was about that time
that I began to get a glimmer of just how badly I had screwed up this time.
I had not only misjudged Nicole, I had managed to get Sally hurt at the same
time.  A clean sweep.

Still, even after I heard the front door slam forcefully behind Nicole, I
stayed in my kneeling position.  I don’t know how long it was until I heard
the clip-clip of another set of heels on the floor.  They stopped right in
front of me.

There was a long silence before she spoke, and I could hear Sally choosing
her words with the utmost care.  Not a good sign.  Not a good sign at all.

“Well,” she said softly, “you have really torn it this time, Lar.  How could
you do such a …”  She stopped herself.  She knew why I had offered to submit
to Nicole and it hadn’t been malicious on my part.  But she was right, even
if she didn’t say it.  It had been incredibly stupid.  I should have talked
to her about it first.

She continued.  “Nicole is gone, and I don’t know if she is coming back.”
Her voice was steady, but I could hear her tears as they spattered on the
tiles next to my head.  I could also sense the turmoil in her, fearing that
she had lost a friend, the ache of Nicole’s harsh words and most of all, the
panic of not knowing how to fix this mess or if it would work out in the
end.

Naturally, she blamed me.  So did I.  Sally dropped my collar next to me on
the floor and walked away.  There was a sound of finality to the ‘thud’ as
it hit and I knew I was in deep shit, not only with Nicole, but Sally, too.

First things first.  I got up and spent the next two days rebuilding my
relationship with Sally.  Not that she was more important, it was simply
that I knew where she was.  But in the backs of both our minds was the
notable absence of Nicole.  It was amazing how much a part of our
relationship she had become.  In fact, we both wondered if we could have a
relationship without her.  We found out in those two days that we could, but
that it wasn’t the same.  We both understood it was better with her.

After two days Sally urged me to go find Nicole and patch things between us
as best I could, as she put it.  I was underwhelmed with her confidence in
my abilities, but even then she had more confidence in them than I did.

So it was with huge butterflies in my stomach that I drove over to Nicole’s
apartment and knocked on her door.  I hadn’t felt this nervous since, well,
I think I was 13 and her name was Mary Beth.  She had laughed at me when I
had attempted a clumsy kiss and I hadn’t talked to another girl for 3 weeks,
an eternity for a young boy afflicted with raging hormone disease.

Nicole answered the door, looked at me silently and walked back into her
apartment, leaving the door open.  I took that to be an invitation to go in,
so I did.

I had never been in her apartment before and, in the long silence that
ensued, I took the opportunity to look around.  Like Nicole, the apartment
had class.  The furnishing were elegant, yet invited one to sit and enjoy
the comfort they offered.  There were no extraneous articles lying around,
still there was the impression that the occupants were active, multi-faceted
people.

Simone’s room was not what I expected, but it gave me an insight into her
that I hadn’t seen before.  While frilly and feminine, and showing the signs
of a girl in transition to womanhood, there was a distinctly masculine
thread.  Or maybe ‘butch’, although I tended to shy away from that
derogatory label.  Whatever, Simone was definitely destined to be a woman in
charge, on top.

I stopped outside of Nicole’s bedroom, hesitant for some reason to enter
into her private sanctuary.  I was still standing there, looking in from the
door, when I felt Nicole’s hand in mind.  She urged me into the room with
her, then urged me to sit beside her on the bed.  It wasn’t the place I
would have chosen to begin our talk, but it looked like that decision was
taken from me.

We sat in silence for several moments, holding hands.  I was getting more
and more nervous until, in my usual tactful manner, I blurted out the first
thing that came into my mind.  For those seeking guidance, be advised that
this is not a good thing to do.  Usually.

“Nicole, do you love me?”  By the way she reacted, she apparently wasn’t
expecting that particular question.  Well, if nothing else, at least I could
still surprise her.

“Yes, Lawrence.  Yes, I do.”

“Show me.”

I unzipped my pants and hauled out my prick.  Urging her to her knees in
front of me, I took her head in both my hands and positioned her mouth at
the tip.  Nicole closed her eyes and opened her mouth when she was ready.  I
moved her head down so that the mushroomed shaped head of my hardened cock
was in her mouth.  He eyes flew open in surprise as I continued to move her
head down, allowing her to engulf more and more of the shaft in her moist
oral cavity.  She had expected the Head Time position and a lecture, I
guess.  Or maybe an apology.  Fuck it.

Her lips automatically closed around the stiff bar of flesh and she
increased the suction.  Her tongue began caressing my cock.

When I hit the back of her mouth, I eased her head back up to the flare.
When I moved it back down, I went a little farther, forcing a bit of the
swollen head down her throat.  Then again, up and a little farther down.  I
kept a firm grip on her head, letting her know that I was in charge.  I
moved her a little further down the shaft each time until she indicated that
she was at her limits.  Still I kept a firm grip on her head and I pushed
her just a little further on the next time, and she accepted it, giving
herself up to my desires.  I think it surprised her that she eventually was
able to take the entire length.  It surprised me.

I fired a huge load down her throat, holding her nose firmly against my
pubic hair as I emptied my balls.  She had no choice but to swallow my
offering.

When I was finished, Nicole sat quietly at my feet, looking up at me with a
mixture of fear and awe.  She was unsure of what was going to happen next.
For sure she hadn’t expected this meeting to go like this.

I looked down at my prick, still rarin’ to go.

“Again.”

Nicole leaned forward and allowed me to take her head in my hands.  This
time I entwined my fingers in her luxurious long hair, getting a solid grip,
almost cruel.  I was firmly in charge again, she was merely a receptacle for
my seed.  This move brought a fearful glimmer to her eyes, but she closed
them with only the slightest flutter as she opened her mouth to accept me.

The second time was a repeat of the first, but she hit bottom on the third
stroke.  The pace was slow and steady, long strokes up and down as I jacked
off into her mouth.  I was using her, and we both knew it.  But she
surrendered herself to this abuse, willing to let me make or break our
relationship.  It was touching, but I didn’t give a shit.  I wanted to cum.

The long slow movements belied the sensations I was feeling.  Nicole’s mouth
was fantastic.  Her tongue action, the suction, the tightness, it was great.
  It didn’t take long for the second surge of ejaculate to flood past her
tonsils.  She accepted this load with the same equanimity as the first, and
again sat back, looking up at me.  This time there was just a twinge of
pride in her gaze.

I was still hard.  This was not surprising, as this had been the pattern
lately.  It was convenient at a time like this, but at other times it could
be a real pain.  Looking down at myself, I simply nodded at it.

Nicole leaned forward once again and waited for me to guide her again.
Instead, I leaned back, using my hands to brace myself behind me.  She
hesitated only briefly, then engulfed me, hitting bottom on the first
stroke.

She mimicked the pace of the first two blowjobs, using long and slow up and
down movements of her head.  Tentatively she brought her hands up to my
groin and cupped my still swollen testicles.  It was with the accurate
realization that she would have a firm grasp on my happiness that I urged
her to continue by widening my knees, giving her easier access to my jewels.
  She immediately understood that she had freedom to act as she pleased and
both her hands and her mouth began a concerted effort to bring me pleasure.

I was going to blow too soon at this rate, so in an effort to distract
myself, I looked around the room.  I don’t know what prompted me to look,
but as I examined them, I noticed signs of wear on the posts of the
headboard.  Like something had been tied around them.

It was the wrong thing to see.  I came, hard.

This time she had a smirk, almost, as she sat back, although I think she was
amazed at the volume of spunk she had had to swallow, especially after the
size of the two prior ejaculations.

I pointed out the wear on the bedposts.  “Is this where he tied you up?”
referring to Gary.

She shook her head.  “No.  Nothing this private would have satisfied him.”

“What are these marks from then?”

I didn’t think Nicole would ever blush when speaking of sex, but she did
now.  “It’s, uh, I, uh, sometimes…”

“Spit it out, Nicole.”

Still bright red, she whispered, “I used to tie myself up sometimes.”

I thought about it.  “Show me.”

I thought she was going to refuse, but she went over to a closet and pulled
out an assortment of bondage equipment.  She started to put it on herself,
but I stopped her.

“Are you usually dressed when you do it?”

Sheepishly, but with a certain pride, she stripped, taking a bit more wiggle
and waggle than necessary to accomplish the task.  I didn’t mind.

When she was nude, Nicole attached a short chain to the footboard.  The
chain attached to the center of a long spreader bar.  The two rings at the
ends of the bar hooked onto the wide leather straps she had wrapped around
her ankles.  Two more straps wrapped around her wrists.  Two ropes ending in
hooks wound around the posts of the headboard.  These had made the marks I
had observed.  The hooks fastened securely into the rings on the wristband.
Everything was pre-measured to make the fit tight and uncomfortable.  It
would only be with difficulty that she could manage to get herself free.

I watched her preparations silently, the stood by the side of the bed
looking down at her.  She looked delicious, helpless and I loved her.

“Is that it?”

“Sometimes I use things, uh, those penis things, dil-somethings.”

“Dildos”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”

She looked worried, afraid she had missed something that I knew about.  “No.
  Nothing else.”

“Good.”  With that I leaned over and adjusted the tension in the ropes
binding her arms, pulling them tight with no slack.  There was now no way
she could release herself.  She began trembling, not from fear, but
excitement, as I removed my own clothes.  I added some extra wiggles and
waggles to my own strip show and she was grinning widely as she watched the
last sock hit the floor.

I used the opportunity of her helplessness to re-explore every inch of her
luscious frame.  Several times I brought her to the edge of her climax,
increasing the sexual tensions within her to an almost unbearable level.
When I did bury myself within her, her eyes rolled up into her head and she
nearly deafened me with her scream of release.  I thought that I should
probably gag her the next time, if I wanted not to go deaf.

What followed between us was a marathon fuck session.  After the first two
trysts, I released her from her bonds.  When she was free, she attacked me
aggressively, pushing me on my back and riding me like a cowgirl on a
bronco.  This one was for her pleasure and she took a lot of it.  From there
it evolved into a contest, two sexual predators intent on conquest, on
winning.  I sensed this was going to take a long time to finish, but it was
something that we both needed.  She needed me to dominate her, but she was
going to fight me every wonderful inch of the way.

A quick telephone call to Sally informed her of the situation, if not the
details, and prompted the delivery of food.  Discretely, she did not look in
on us when she dropped off the supplies, but the stench of sex must have
pervaded the whole apartment.  There could have been no doubt of what was
going on in Nicole’s bedroom.

Nicole and I fucked and sucked non-stop, with brief breaks for the necessary
biological needs of eating, relieving and sleeping, with not much of the
last.  I had not given it a thought when this began where it might be going
and it just kind of evolved between us, a sexual contest of sorts.  We tore
into each other for two days, but no one was keeping score.  There would
only be a winner and a, well, non-winner.  Several times I would wake up
from a catnap and find her busy between my thighs, trying to coax a freebie
from me, trying to win.

There were no rules in this contest, thus no cheating.  Towards the end
Nicole began rubbing her pelvis, now rough with a two-day growth of stubble,
against my throbbing hard-on, trying to rub it raw.  Of course, she may have
gotten that idea from the sudden whisker rash on her thighs from my own
beard when I ate her out.

Back and forth, neither of us giving quarter.  In all fairness, I was not
using Dr. Wang’s gadgets to cum or to control my ejaculations.  When Nicole
excited me to that point, I would spurt.  She would gleefully clap her hands
like a little girl, expecting me to concede, only to be delightfully
disappointed and proceed on to the next round.  It appeared we were both
insatiable.

Finally on the third day, I was on top of her, for once in the Missionary
Position, ready to slip into her welcome depths once again.  Nicole’s hands
came up to my chest, pushing me away.

“Please, Master.  No more.”  She had not referred to me as ‘Master’ the
entire time.  “Please.  Please.”  Her arms then reached around me and pulled
me to her tightly.  I wondered where she got the strength.  I was pooped.

She whispered softly into my ear.  “Oh, Master.  I had not thought it
possible, that one man, even you, could give me more sex than I could take.
I am sorry to fail you, Master, but I cannot bear another climax.  I fear I
would die.  Forgive me.  Forgive me.”

I eased my weight down upon her slight frame, pressing her into the firm
mattress of her own bed.  The sheets and blankets had been long since tossed
to the floor, along with several dozen towels we had used to clean
ourselves.  The room would need a serious cleaning.

“Nicole, my love.  It is not my forgiveness you need to beg.”

She looked up at me with a puzzled look.

“What you said to Sally, about her needing me to submit to her.  That was
not right, and you hurt her terribly by saying that.  What we did was not
for her benefit.  She did not want to do it.  She hated doing it, but I
needed it.”

“Oh.”  Then,  “Oh, Shit!” as she realized how she had hurt Sally
unthinkingly.

“Nicole, I made a mistake.  I will make more, of that I am certain.  I need
you to understand that I am not perfect.  If we are to live together as a
family, all of us together, we can’t be running out whenever you’re mad or
upset.  Yes, you can leave to come here to get away to think when you need
to.  But don’t you dare ever leave again with the intention of making me
come after you and bring you back.  I can’t have that.  There are too many
of you for me to chase after,” I joked, taking a bit of the sting out of my
admonition of her.

“Yes, Master.”  Her answer said it all.

We stayed like that, falling asleep with me on top of her.  She made no
complaint, even hugging me tightly to keep me on top when I moved to ease
the pressure of my weight on her.  She wanted the feeling of literally being
under me.

Later that afternoon, I carried Nicole out to my car, as hers had
mysteriously been returned to Sally’s house.  I carried her into Sally’s
house as well, where Sally immediately took over her care and recuperation.
I had no idea what she was doing, but I heard mutual sobbing, along with
several exclamations of disbelief and wonder.  Lots of giggling came down
the hallway from our bedroom, where the two were ensconced.

I was collapsed in the recliner in my office when Sally finally stepped in.

I looked up at her.  “Will she be OK?”

Sally came over to me and sat on the arm of the chair.  She then
deliberately slid her wonderful ass into my lap and wiggled more than
necessary to get comfortable.  “In a couple of days.  She’s very tender, in,
uh, a couple spots.  Until then, well, you’ll just have to settle for second
best.”

I jumped up, dumping her on the floor.  She looked up in shocked surprise.

“You will never be second.”  I was almost angry with her and I think she
realized she had tread on a touchy subject.

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean it like that.”

I stood over her, half angry, half besotted with her beauty.  And totally
aroused.  It amazed even me.  Especially after the last two days.

I slowly lowered my pants and stepped out of them.  I looked down at her, a
crazed glint in my eye.

“Sally, do you love me?”

She staggered back on the floor, recognizing where this was headed.

“Yes, Larry.  Yes, I do,” she echoed what Nicole had said.

“Show me,” I said, settling back down into my chair.

She let me take her head firmly between my hands before we began.

It was long and slow.