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Chapter
2
Chantel and I were sitting
around the apartment on Saturaday morning after a leasurely brunch
when the phone rang. Chantel answered and her half of the conversation
went like: "Hello." "Oh, Hi, Beth, how are you?" "He did"! "Well,
what did you do"? "Good"! "Tell you what, why don't you come over,
and we'll talk about it." She hung up.
"That was Beth. She
was out with Gary last night. He took her back to his room after
their date, and after a little bit of playing around, he suggested
they have sex. Beth says she might have gone along, but he was too
insistant. He tried to take off the rest of her clothes and rape
her! She was able to kick him in the balls and run away."
Beth was a music major
in Chantel's modern dance class. She was the middle child in the
family sandwiched between two older and two younger brothers. She
was somewhat of a tomboy and developed the muscle tone through playing
football and baseball with her brothers to attain the atheletic
skills of a modern dancer. I was impressed by her physical strength
one day when she effortlessly handed me a pile of books that nearly
broke my arms to carry. I imagine she could deliver quite a kick
to the balls.
Beth arrived about 15
minutes later. She was dressed in a ragged sweatshirt, jeans and
sneakers. She took a look at Chantel and I still in our bathrobes
and in essentially the same condition in which we awoke.
She laughed, "If I knew
this was going to be a dressy affair, I would have put on something
less comfortable." She then got a real serious look on her face
and started to cry.
I poured her a glass
of wine. Heck, it's got to be happy hour somewhere in the world.
Besides, she needed some calming down. Chantel and I joined her.
"I really thought he
was different." she sobbed, "He was such a gentleman during dinner.
When we got back to his place, we kissed. I remebered what you told
me about French kissing and I tried it. Gary seemed to like it.
I could feel his penis hardening under his pants next to my body.
I took off my sweater. He took off my blouse, and we hugged some
more. I pushed my crotch into his as he undid my bra. As he kissed
his way down my chest to my nipples, I reached out with my hand
and felt how large and hard he had really gotten. That's when he
pushed me down onto the couch and I panicked."
Beth continued her story
and a second bottle of wine was opened. She described her wrestling
match with Gary, "I'm certainly glad my brothers taught me a few
tricks. I don't think the average girl could have gotten out of
that one. He had managed to get his pants down and my skirt pushed
up. He was trying to pull himself up over me when he placed his
knees on either side of my body to straddle me. That was the opportunity
I was waiting for. I was able to bring my knee up into his crotch.
He was so shocked that every muscle in his body froze. I kneed him
one more time, and pushed him off of me. He didn't even try to catch
himself. He just rolled off onto the floor. I grabbed my clothes,
pulled on my sweater and ran."
By the time Beth had
completed her story, the wine had taken effect on all of us. "Why
is it," Chantel observed, "That boys can't seem to control themselves?
I can't imagine what it would be like to have my mind controlled
by my glands."
"Yeah," agreed Beth,
"It's like their brains are in their pricks. Even my 13 year old
brother is totally facinated by what's between his legs. He doesn't
know that I know about his girlie magazine collection, or that I
know that he masturbates while looking at them every weekend. I
found the magazines under his matress, and I can see the cum stains
in his laundry. To tell you the truth, I'd actually like to catch
the little twerp in the act. I don't know what I'd like to do more:
just watch, or do something to humiliate him. Jesus! If they start
that early, is there any hope for them. Just once, I'd like to meet
a guy that could put a girl's pleasure in front of his."
Chantel and I looked
at each other and giggled.
"What?," asked Beth.
"If you are really serious
about that, We can grant your wish," I said. Without any further
explanation, I dialed Owen.
"Slave," I said, "Get
your ass over here right now!"
"Yes Mistress," he said
remebering his manners.
"Oh, and pick up some
wine for Chantel and me." I hung up.
Owen arrived, and looked
at the females assembled before him. I made the introductions, "Owen,
this is Beth. She is also a 'superior one'. I order you to obey
her as you do Chantel and I. Now, take off your clothes, and serve
us the wine."
Owen was apparently
going to take some time getting used to his fantasy. Although he
had unhesitatingly undressed for Chantel and me the last time we
met, he was extremely embarrased as he undressed with another woman
watching him.
I had him put the wine
on the table and asked, "Where are your panties? I give you a gift,
and you don't use it!" suddenly shifting gears, I barked, "Have
you been playing with yourself?" I asked.
"No mistress," he murmered.
"Don't lie to me BOY!"
I growled. I was calling his bluff, and it worked.
"Yes, mistress. Just
once though." "What AM I going to do with you. You have to be taught
how to behave. You know better. You know that you cannot touch yourself
without my permission. Even worse, you LIED to me. We'll have to
punish you later. And look at that erection. You know you are suppossed
to tell me when you get a hard-on. This is going to be a long day
for you, boy! You have a lot to learn, and we girls will have to
make sure you learn it right. Now, serve us that wine you just bought."
"Beth, this is our slave,
Owen." Chantel introduced, "Owen, say hello to your superior, Beth,"
Owen bowed and muttered,
"Hello mistress Beth."
At that, I exploded,
"MISTRESS Beth? How dare you! I am your mistress. You belong to
me. From now on, you will call her 'Superior One Beth'. From now
any sister we bring into the group will be called 'Superior One'."
Turning to Beth, I asked,
"OK, Beth, what do you think we should do with this bad boy, as
Owen served us wine and prepared some snacks for us. "Here is what
the slave finds exciting," I said as I slid the stack of Owen's
magazines towards her. "Why don't you look through these and see
if there's anything you like."
Beth pored over the
magazines and was visibly excited. "I've heard about this stuff,
but I never really believed it." she gasped. "This is great. Does
Owen really do all this stuff?." "He'll do whatever we tell him
to do," I responded.
Beth took her time deciding,
"I want him to do this to me." She turned the magazine around to
show a bound man kneeling in front of his mistress, kissing and
sucking her feet. "I'd like to try that."
We were ill prepared
for outfits and equipment, so we had to make do with what we had
available to us. Chantel had some bundgee chords that she used to
hold stuff on her bicycle. We used one chord to bind Owen's elbows
behind his back, and the other around his knees. "There," I exclaimed,
"not exactly the chains and leather pictured in the magazines, but
it will do." "Owen, kneel in front of Lady Beth!"
He had to bend over
to get his face in front of her feet. In this position, his rear
end was up in the air as a perfect target.
Beth made a move to
take off her sneakers. "Wait," said Chantel, "Make him do that.
He can use his teeth and lips to get them off."
Owen went to work tugging
at the laces of her Keds. Meanwhile Chantel went off to get her
camera and I went to the bathroom to fetch a hair brush.
"The last time we played
with my sex toy, he told me that he likes to jerk off a lot. I didn't
let him do it, but I found that disciplining excited him a lot.
Directing my attention
to Owen I commanded, "Now, get your face down at her feet and service
her properly. Stick your butt up where Mistress Chantel and I can
get at it better. You've been a bad boy, and you need to be punished
for disobeying the orders of a superior female." With that, she
started to paddle his ass using the brush. After reddening his left
cheek, she handed the brush to me, and I went to work on his right.
Throughout the entire
spanking, Owen managed to keep from crying out although there were
tears in his eyes. He even managed to continue to tongue Beth's
feet and toes.
With Beth satisfied,
and Chantel and I tired from administering the spanking, we all
took a break. We unbound Owen, and let him get us some more wine
and food. We had him stand at attention in front of us once again
and inspected his body. His cock was so ridgid with blood, it was
as nearly red as his well paddled ass. It glistened with so much
precome that it threatened to drip to the floor.
I had him lie on the
floor, face up in front of the TV. Chantel set up the VCR, and we
replayed the tapes of Owen's performances as we had him perform
oral sex on us. One by one, we straddled his face. One by one, he
brought us to orgasm with his tongue. One by one, we lost control
and let loose the wine we had been drinking in a golden shower on
his face. One by one, he drank our pee.
Finally, I asked Beth
to jerk him off. She only had to give him a few strokes before she
hit paydirt. Long, hot jets of creamy white come exploded from his
dick, arching gracefully into the air before splattering on his
stomach.
"Shit," exclaimed Beth,
"This is great. I just wish it were Gary. I owe him."
"Let us help," I offered,
"There must be something we can do."
We had Owen clean up
the mess, get into some panties, a skirt and blouse and serve us
some more.
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