BDSM — A doctor in the house

[Author’s notes: Warning! This is a BDSM Sex story. There are strong Dominance and Submission themes in this story. There are some interracial themes in this story. This story has substantial male/female, female/female, MFM, FFM and group Sex sexual contact. This hopefully will be Hot enough for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of Sex in it. For those who don’t like these themes please move along. Civil and constructive comments about writing are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

Carol wakes up to the beeping alarm by the side of the bed, and shuts it off. 8AM, so over eight hours of sleep. First time that’s happened in so long she can not remember. She unplugs the earbuds of the MP3 player, hoping the hypnos work. Taking a quick pee and Shower, she pops out ready to face the day. Looking in the Master bedroom next door, she sees a very pretty redhead, Tessa, giving her Ass up to her dominant, while he is making Love by cunnilingus to a young black woman, Deidre if she remembers right. The large strawberry blonde woman is being untied from the end of the bed by a much older slim dark haired Chinese woman, Betsy and Gretchen respectfully. She glides back to the her new bedroom, where her new roommate is now face down, still with the earbuds of her MP3 player stuck in her ears. Nice furry Pussy and tremendous glutes! Must be a volleyball player or gymnast, nobody else gets that much muscle definition.

Carol shakes her awake, saying “Nanette! Nanette! Time to wake up! You have to get up.”

Nanette slowly rouses, saying “Thanks for the assist. Bad to be late your first full day as a Sex slave.”

“Let’s go find some coffee.” Carol suggests.

“Damn good idea.” Nanette says as she stands up.

“You lead. I want to watch that Ass at work.” Carol teases.

“Why is everybody so fascinated with my Ass?” Nanette questions the imponderable.

“Because your Ass is amazing, epic, yummy, incredible. I would keep going but you might start to think I’m hitting on you.” Carol answers, as they head down the stairs.

“It’s OK if you do. We’re roomies. This is poon central, only one dick swinging and some stunt cocks that stop by every once and a while. A least that’s the skinny according to Mistress Tina. Everybody is ‘so bisexual’. There are seven chicks and one dick, so we damn well better be. That’s once a week on average. I know my Pussy needs it more than once a day. So that means we all eat a lot of fish tacos, and yours will be the closest fast cum-fort food available for me. Coffee is through that door, on the left.” Nanette directs, as they step into the den where the kitchen entrance is located.

“Anything else I should know?” Carol asks openly.

“They are big on rules. No clothes inside the house, unless approved by the dominant. No naked outside unless after dark. No Cumming unless his cock or some other body part is in you. He will sometimes give you permission to cum without him. You must listen to your hypnos every night. We are all like furniture, don’t speak unless spoken to, all very 1950’s un-liberated. They like to spank tits and pussies too here.” Nanette confides, very conspiratorially.

“Once a week you get stripped and whipped, then hung like a painting, to watch the lucky girls who get to have real fucking Sex, get to take care of his cock, while you are tied up with a bunch of vibrators and made to cum over and over again. If they test you and find out you’re a pain slut, they will send you away to a sadist. Cursing will get you punished. They keep track of your mistakes and then on Correction Day you get punished for them.” Nanette continues her confession.

“You have a husband, you can fuck him as much as you want, cum with him as much as you want. But once any other man walks in that door, he has the right to use any woman in the house. Trouble is, she doesn’t have the right to get off on it. Unless your husband is a dominant approved by this house, if he made me cum I would get punished for it. All of your climaxes belong to the Dominant’s of this house. The stunt cocks all have permission to make you cum as much as they want. So the Boss can dole out your mouth, cunt, Ass, and orgasms like party favors. Only He gets to choose who you can and cannot climax with.” Nanette is obviously still coming to grips with the strange boundaries of Dominance/submission relationships (or the rest of the world after Section 432).

“Worse, he can completely shut off your ability to Orgasm with ANYONE through his hypnotic commands, or do the reverse, make you unable to stop having orgasms with someone or anyone. He can make you crawling the walls Horny with his words, or he can make you cum on command, really, really hard.” Nanette confides again.

“I know. That’s why I’m here, to learn those secrets. Our Sir has promised to share those powers with my husband. I always cum so hard with Sir I don’t know why he needs to use hypnosis tricks.” Carol confides in Nanette.

“Hey, babe, we better get back upstairs and get dressed. Tai Chi in five.” Nanette turns and beats feet up the stairs. Carol loves to watch those buns bounce up the stairs so she doesn’t rush to follow.

Carol enjoys all the exercise built into living here, and she has at all times wanted to learn Tai Chi. Sir has a very holistic yet practical and scientific way of living. Back in their bedroom, there are clothes in her size on the left side, clothes in Nanette’s size on the right side of the closet. She takes the Gi off the hanger and goes down to the den to put it on, noting how it feels just like scrubs except for the buttons, making her feel right at home as she steps outside.

Gretchen repeats the session of the day before, teaching them only one form (Adjusting the Breath), and showing them seven more Tai Chi forms. Both Sir and Tina are here today. Carol is entranced with how elegantly Gretchen moves, remembering how lithe and sleek she looked as she untied Betsy. Everyone takes off their clothes as they enter the house, except for Sir. Tina is naked in the house today, a plenitude of pulchritude on display. Carol realizes she is gonna be permanently Horny here even without the hypnos. Little does she realize the ‘Curious About Bisexuality’ subliminal is playing at that moment, filling her subconscious with desires to be acted upon later.

It is time for breakfast, everyone trotting back from their bedrooms dropping off their clothes. The line forms around the island in the kitchen to serve themselves, then off to the formal dining room to actually eat. Carol is confused as to where to sit, since it looks like there is assigned seating, she seeks out Tina.

“You are over there, next to Judas Bitch.” Tina says calmly.

“Not quite correct, My dear. Everybody, I have an announcement to make. Well two. Actually I give myself as much time as I may consume. Judas Bitch is no more. The beautiful, sexy Tessa Brewer has returned to us like a miracle from heaven. Next, Carol Marcus has joined us as a slave candidate. Come over here Carol.” I welcome her to my side.

“Carol, offer me your wrists, palms up. Do you offer me your wrists, that I may bind you, and keep you safe?” I ask joyfully.

“I do, Sir.” Carol says proudly. So I put the leather wrist cuffs on her and fasten the clasp.

“Do you accept my instructions, my corrections, my punishments, that

your guilt and shame may be released and you may become closer to the

perfection we both seek?” I ask joyfully.

“I do, Sir.” Carol says with pride.

“We have done this before, a night at a time. This time it is for as long as we live in this house together. Do you accept me as your primary dominant, until those circumstances change?” I challenge her.

“I do, Sir.” Carol says happily.

“With all these I do’s, it sounds like I’m making you my slut for life. Let me assure you that Dustin and Lucy also have rights to this slut. That needs to apply to all of you. By a show of hands, does anyone have an objection to Dustin and Lucy, or as I should say in her Domme form ‘Mistress L’, becoming dominants under my thrall, with you under their thrall?” I propose, but no hands go up.

“Not even you, sweet Tina? To be shared, even on a temporary basis used to make you mad as hell!” I challenge her.

“No Master, not even me. I know those terms come with a command to them that they cannot and will not countermand your orders. I see the wisdom and necessity of this order due to the circumstance of having two houses. We need a clear chain of command. Those chains must bind us everywhere. I am yours, I am always yours. But when you share me with others, that is your choice and your right. Who is the Corvette to tell the Owner his friend cannot drive her? I submit to my Master, and the dominants he authorizes.” Tina gets a little speechy.

“Then tonight you will have new hypno files. Myself, Dustin, and Mistress L will have the power to order you to do anything I could have done with you. It is necessary, because the next changes are doozies. This has been carefully negotiated, and is not subject to debate.” I warn them.

“Some of you have been gifted with external relations to meet certain needs. Mostly those are needs I cannot satisfy, or do not wish to satisfy. Starting today, those external resources will be shared, on a first come, first served basis. We also are acquiring many more resources. The most common of these needs are women commonly referred to as size queens. You may have met several of these men at the party. You will be happy to know they have all agreed to weekly visits, some several days per week. The second is to have a female dominant available for scenes. With the promotion of Mistress L, you will have her available. Should we need more, Rachel is also being trained to be a Domme. There may be scenes which combine both those needs. If we need more Dommes than that we shall hire them.” I promise, hoping to avoid Dommes that are not also my submissives.

“There is now a set of calendars on our intraweb, where you can book a provider. They control their dates, you control whether you sign up for them or not. These providers will not be allowed to pick favorites, nor will you be allowed to be ‘ball hogs’ and keep them to yourself, they must service everyone in their signup list before they can repeat a session with you. Each of you is given permission to climax with them, provided the visit is fully conducted in one of our houses, and anyone in the house at the time may watch if they want. All providers are advised of these terms before they are allowed to join our little program.” I explain.

“To re-balance the houses, I will spend three days a week in Four Hills. Dustin and Mistress L will spend three days a week here. One of those days on odd weeks Mistress L and I will be at the same place, and on even weeks Dustin and I will be at the same place. So you will get plenty of styles of dominance to round out your experience.” I say to many very happy faces.

“To increase the number of providers, I have a volunteer project to recruit new providers. It seems some members of our security teams have expressed an interest in stopping in at the end of their shift to provide some ‘dick benefits’ or experience some ‘dick benefits’. Some of you have contacts in the swinger community for recruitment, as do I. Those who sign up may be allowed to bring a date back to the house. That decision will be case by case.” I propose warily, remembering how the ‘Day of the Toad’ turned out for Tessa.

“There is also a new project, which Nanette is undertaking. You see her with my tablet. She will take pictures of our house and anyone in it, at anytime. She will document our life in pictures, videos, and her own journal. All providers have been informed of this, and at some point all candidate providers will need to be told too. A fun aspect of this project is that other than her own training, if you ‘catch’ her taking pictures or videos, you are entitled to spank her on Correction Day. It would make me very happy if every single one of you ‘caught’ her every week so she can endure the public humiliation of a long public spanking by everyone. Plus she’s a spanko, so she will get off on it.” I inform everyone, as Nanette’s face goes beet red. Nothing quite like having your core perversion dimed out to the entire crowd to embarrass a spanko.

We finish breakfast and go upstairs. It is time for inspection.

“Everybody line up, arms length apart, Inspection pose, in seniority order, from Tina down to Carol. Feet shoulder width apart. Hands behind you head. Lace your fingers together. Thrust your tits out. Arch your back until your nipples are pointing just above horizontal. Just to make this more fun, you are going to do it on a Neon Coyote Edge.” I say with a chuckle, as every single woman inhales sharply at the feeling of being on the edge of climax.

“I will touch you. I may tickle you, slap you, fondle you, fuck you. In short I can and will do anything I want to you. I want you to consider what you can do for me. At the end of inspection, it is customary for you to offer yourself to me. This gets a little tricky because I already own each and every one of you and every part of your body. So when you are offering your cunt to me, you are actually offering my cunt to me. So your words should reflect that. It is no shame to copy the words of a more senior Sister. Better that than forty lashes for trying to steal my property from me to make it yours.” I warn darkly.

“So consider what you can offer your dominants. Perhaps Dustin would like to take advantage of your sweet oral skills, because if you look inside yourself, you already crave that. Perhaps Mistress L would like you to pleasure her by sucking her toes, one of the lowest forms of servitude. Perhaps I would like to have some friends join me in making you airtight. Think of the possibilities, then go further. Eroticize the possibilities. How can you contribute to the happiness and harmony of our home?” I challenge them to make our world a better place for all of us.

“Perhaps it is not what you can do, but what you can give up. Perhaps you have a provider who is very fond of you. Share him with a Sister slut who craves him and can handle his equipment without hurting herself. Maybe realize that none of your dominants are exceptionally well endowed, and too much of a good thing for you reduces their pleasure. Because when you reduce the pleasure of any one of your dominants, you reduce the joy available to us all. Do the opposite. Give freely, Love freely, make joy every day.” I suggest.

I stand before Tina, the one closest to the door to my bedroom. I take her hair in both hands, pulling her to me, kissing her deeply and passionately. Other than with her tongue and lips she can not respond, her hands have to remain locked behind her head. My hands however, are Free to roam her body. I caress her nipples and breasts. I scratch her back, clawing at her, one because she loves having her back scratched, and two to reclaim her. I tell her every day in many different methods that I Love her. Caressing and grabbing her Ass hard is one of them. Petting her Pussy with my palm is another, I can not explain it but it turns her on more that fingers thrusting inside her. I slide my hands down her legs to her feet, tickling her toes for just long enough to elicit giggles from her. I stand before her and kiss her again, more briefly than I did before.

“You are fit for duty, Tina.” I announce formally.

“Thank you Master. I beg you to indulge yourself and use your slave in any way which might make your life the slightest bit easier, or that would provide you the slightest bit of pleasure. I would be honored to serve you in any way.” Tina says very fondly.

I move to grab Deidre in a much more forceful assault, basically crushing her left breast in my right hand as I grab her hair and bend her backwards to her balance point, any further and we would probably both crash to the ground. She has to trust me, has to give in and not fight what I am doing, still a struggle for her most days. She relaxes into me and I pull her back upright. I am basically playing grab Ass with that magnificent tight little Ass as I kiss her passionately. My right hand’s thumb slips inside her wet channel, and my fingers tease her clit. Again she has to force herself to relax and trust me, that I will not make her cum just to punish her for it. Then she remembers my thumb is in her, so she was fully authorized to climax, but it is too late. I have moved on to caressing her legs and massaging her feet. Like Roadrunner with Wiley Coyote, it works every time. All she has to do is trust me a little bit more and she could collect the Free gift of orgasms with her purchase.

“You are fit for duty, Deidre.” I announce formally.

“Thank you Sir. Please use your slave to please you.” Short and sweet.

I step in front of Betsy. I kiss her two nipples that point almost straight out instead of down at the ground like they did when she first set foot in the Manor. It is a prodigious amount of titflesh. Most people don’t notice in the month she has been with us how much sleeker she is overall, just that she looks fantastic. I kiss her nipples again, walk around her, and return to stand in front of her.

“You are fit for duty, Betsy.” I say neutrally.

“Thank you Sir. Please use your slave to please you.” Betsy appears to phone it in, willing to get on with her day, which isn’t focused on me at all. But that is her appearance on the surface, underneath there is a hurricane of pain swelling.

I stand in front of Gretchen for just a moment, then wrap my arms around her in the caress of a lover, kissing her languorously, as if the rest of the world does not matter. My hands slowly explore her sleek, lithe body, pausing to toy with her nipples and her clit. I kneel and insert a thumb inside her tight channel while I slowly lick her clit. Her Orgasm squirts me right in the face as her body goes slack. I hold her until she comes round, and then move into the bedroom and master bath to wash up and get a new black shirt from the walk in closet. I return to stand in front of Gretchen, whose eyes are shining with joy and welling with tears. I made her cum in front of everyone — this will light her up from the inside for days,

“You are fit for duty, Gretchen.” I pronounce proudly.

“Thank you Sir. Your slave lives only to please you.” she replies.

I stand in front of Tessa, drinking in the tall, busty, leggy, redhead. My hands reach out for her hair, claiming her in a soft kiss. Grateful for her loving last night, grateful for her loving this morning. In this house, those who give get rewarded, those who hoard their affections for others (like Betsy) get kicked to the curb. Tessa is gonna get rewarded all damn day if I have anything to say about it, and as her dominant, I do. My hands caress her fulsome globes. I never would have wondered I would be such a tit man, but my choices over and over again have shown I tend to prefer D cups and above. I claw her Ass and thighs just to show her she is mine. She tries not to cry, but she does anyway. I hold her close until she has regained her composure.

“You are fit for duty, Tessa.” I say as I start to tear up, knowing this is the first time since the ‘Day of the Toad’ that I have truly felt those words to be true.

“I am always yours, Sir.” Tessa says with bright eyes brimming with tears.

I stand in front of Nanette, scanning over her tight young body. I walk around her twice just to get another good look at her fabulous Ass. Am I a tit man or an Ass man? So many of these women are nearly perfect examples of both. I can not imagine how wonderful they will become after adapting to Gretchen’s Tai Chi and Lucy’s workouts.