Moulding my Slave Ch. 06 – BDSM


I sat on the sofa, idly flicking through my phone and swirling the whisky around in my glass waiting for my guests to arrive. Jennifer and her mother should be here any minute, and my slave had promised that they would be on time. I had expected this day to come after my first meeting with Janet, she was too much of a cougar looking for a den to leave it alone. After a few awkward moments and half-uttered conversations, Jennifer had finally asked me if I would be all right with introducing her mother into our relationship. “Hell yeah” I said in my head, Janet was so much like her daughter I was already formulating my plans. I didn’t let Jennifer know any of this, in fact I made sure she believed that I wondered it was a bad idea and took several weeks to let her convince me to give it a try.

A knock at the door jolted me out of my thoughts and I rose to open it and usher Jennifer and Janet inside. Closing the door, I moved back to the sofa where I sat down and took up my drink before turning my gaze on to them. They had just come from dinner, the final meeting to go over exactly what was gonna happen tonight. Jennifer was dressed in a conservative blouse and skirt with a set of black suede 4″ heels turning the outfit into my favourite look, business sexy. She stood there at the position of submissive attention, head down, hands clasped in front of her, feet together, but she was flexing her fingers with nervous energy.

Janet on the other hand, had dressed to impress. She wore a tight dark red cocktail dress with a halter-top that pulled her ample breasts together showing off a deep valley of cleavage. Her nipples made noticeable mounds in the fabric demonstrating that she was not wearing a bra. The tight skirt came to about mid thigh where nude stockings sheathed her legs down to the red patent leather stilettoes on her feet. She held her purse casually in one hand, the other on her hip and her eyes swept the room taking in its theme of subdued manhood. I waited until her gaze reached me and then gestured to the lone chair in the middle of the room, directly across from where I sat.

She moved to sit down, awkwardly trying to maintain her sophistication but failing just enough to make her uncomfortable. The chair was a straight-backed kitchen chair with no arms. It was slightly too high for her to sit in and still have her feet resting on the floor, and I had made one of the legs a little too short so it wobbled just enough to throw her off balance. She looked around for a place to put her purse but ended up holding it in her lap. She tried to cross her legs, but the chair rocked underneath her so she wound up sitting with her knees together, toes reaching for the floor for balance. The straight back denied her the option of lounging back as I was doing and instead she assumed a sitting version of the attention that Jennifer was still standing at.

Once she was seated I turned to Jennifer, “The black outfit” I said and she nodded, disappearing down the hall to the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor. As I heard the door to the bedroom close, I turned to regard Janet who was wiggling in the chair, trying to find a point of balance and pulling her skirt down to cover the tops of her stockings. She felt my gaze on her and stopped her efforts, trying to lock eyes with me. I held her eyes for a few moments then slowly let my gaze travel down her body, taking in the sight in front of me.

“What has Jennifer told you about us?” I asked in a level tone.

My daughter has told me that she is your slave and you are her master, but that your relationship is based on respect and trust not pain and dominance.” She responded. “She says that you are a caring and considerate man who makes her very happy.”

I continued to regard her with feigned indifference, letting the awkward silence grow between us. I saw Janet start to fiddle nervously with her purse, just like Jennifer did, tapping her fingers in small rapid movements.

“What Jennifer and I have is very special to me” I commented, “You figure out that you are here at her request, not mine.” I leaned forward, putting my elbows on my knees and closing the distance between us. “What are you looking for here?”

Janet looked away from my intense stare, eyes flicking around the room nervously. She was not used to this kind of response from men. Usually her “fuck me” look worked pretty quickly and she would be in a bedroom by now.

“Jennifer told me how you met, and what you said to her that first time she showed up here” she said, staring at the fireplace flickering beside her. “She told me how you two have developed your relationship, and that if I ‘behave’ perhaps I can have that too.”

I heard the sounds of heels coming down the hall from the bedroom; Janet looked up and gave a small gasp of surprise as Jennifer entered the room. Her daughter was dressed in a lacy black 1/4 cup bra that held her firm young tits up like a display. A lacy black garter held up her black stockings and the same suede heels sculpted her legs and ass into flowing waves of muscle. Jewellery glittered in her ears and neck, reflecting the firelight as it flickered across her young firm body. Her downcast head made her curly blonde hair frame her face and flow over her shoulders to tickle her nipples into semi-firmness. I tossed a cushion from the sofa onto the ground beside me and she moved to kneel at my feet, hands on her lap, eyes on the floor in front of her.

“Jennifer” I rarely used her name in our master/slave relationship but I felt it was important to make sure she knew I was talking to her and not her slave persona. “I have been speaking with Janet and she says that you have made her aware of how we do things here, is that correct?”

“Yes Master” my slave replied, keeping her head down. “I have told her about us and how happy you make me. I told her about what we are to each other and what we do when we are together here.”

“Janet, do you agree with what my slave has said and that if you are gonna be part of this relationship you must follow the rules I put in place.”

“Yes, I do.” She replied, locking her eyes with mine.

I leaned back, picking up my drink, “Jennifer, take Janet’s dress off and let me see what she is offering us.”

Jennifer rose from the floor and moved over to where Janet was sitting. She took her purse from her, placing it on an end table and then helped her to her feet. Moving behind her, she untied the knot that held the halter top of Janet’s dress, letting the straps fall revealing the large D Cup tits. Janet had obviously had work done because there was almost no sag as her breasts came free from the material, but they were well rounded and smooth with her nipples starting to harden in the cool air. My slave slid her hands down her mother’s shoulders to her waist, bringing an involuntary shudder from Janet that sent her tits jiggling nicely. Jennifer hooked her thumbs into the waist of Janet’s dress and slid it over her hips and down her legs, careful not to disturb the thigh high stay up stockings she was wearing. She returned to repeat the process with Janet’s matching red lacy underwear and held her hand as Janet stepped out of the pile of clothes at her feet. Jennifer moved in beside her mother and assumed her position of submissive attention, after a few moments she jogged her mother’s elbow and Janet quickly moved to mirror her.

I took the opportunity to examine the scene before me, something that had previously only happened in dreams and porn. Janet was a more mature version of her daughter, wider hips and larger breasts but a body that was still sculpted and firm. Her hair was wavy where Jennifer’s was curly, and trimmed to just below her shoulders where her daughters cascaded to the small of her back. I saw that where Jennifer pussy was clean shaven, Janet had a small landing strip of hair running up the front. It was neatly trimmed and I decided I liked it. I wasn’t looking for twins here and it added to her look of maturity and experience. I looked from Jennifer to Janet, noting the similarities and differences in both appearance and attitude. Jennifer was well practiced and held her position naturally however I saw the nervous twitch of her fingers as she waited in the silence. Janet was trying to mimic her daughter, but was unnaturally stiff which caused the muscles of her shoulders and legs to tense nicely. Both of them were breathing quickly but deeply to calm themselves causing their breasts to heave erotically in the firelight.

“Janet” I said and she twitched in response “this is your last chance to back out. Find out that if you do there will be no repercussions on Jennifer and I would rather have you quit now than later.” I paused and continued, “If you stay, you are agreeing to become my slave and act accordingly. I only have one rule, do what I saw when I say it. If you don’t, then it is over, do you figure out and agree?”

Janet paused for a second, nervously swallowing then said in a firm voice “I figure out and agree, Master.”

“Not Master, Sir” I corrected in a firm voice. “You may have agreed to give yourself to me, but I haven’t decided on whether I am gonna accept you yet. Jennifer and I have worked long and hard to get where we are and I am proud to be her Master. Whether you earn that right is still to be determined.” I glanced at Jennifer and noticed a small smile at the praise she had just received, as well as what could have been smug satisfaction at seeing her mother put in her place.

“Jennifer, take Janet to the bedroom and secure her by her wrists and ankles to the bed. Put the red ball gag in her mouth, I will be in soon.” I turned and picked up my drink as Jennifer took her mother by the arm and guided her down the hallway. Janet glimpsed up at me by I simply gazed into the fireplace in a disinterested fashion. I did glance over as they disappeared around the corner, admiring the curve of their asses as they strode down the hall and into their submission. I waited for 10 minutes as I finished my drink. Long enough for Jennifer to finish her assignment then both of them to get a little nervous about what was to come. I put the glass down with a clink and strode purposefully down the hall. I stopped outside the door, noticing the flicker of candlelight around the doorframe and the faint smell of perfume eddying out from inside. I took a deep breath to calm myself and pushed the door open.

As ordered, Janet was bound spread eagle on the bed, her arms and legs pulled tightly to the corners causing her muscles to stand out in the flickering candlelight. The red ball gag filled her mouth and her ruby lips glistened around it. She raised her head from the pillow when I entered and I could see the eagerness in her eyes as I walked around to the side of the bed. I reached into the night table drawer and pulled out a vibrator. A small dollop of lube on the tip and it slid it slowly into her pussy. I turned it on to medium low and she laid her head back and moaned in pleasure as the gentle throbbing started to fill her.

I moved back to the foot of the bed and looked over to Jennifer, who had been standing at submissive attention in the corner. “You have done well so far, Slave. Come her and get me ready to sample what Janet has to offer.” Jennifer looked up at me, slowly dropped to her knees and proceeded to crawl with cat like grace over to where I stood. When she reached me she composed herself into a kneeling position and looked up at me, her blue eyes shining behind her golden curls.

“Thank you Master” she said in a firm clear voice to make sure her mother heard her over the vibrator throbbing in her pussy. “I am pleased that you are satisfied with what I have brought to you and hope that my mother…”

“Not your mother.” I cut her off in a commanding voice. “Here you are no longer mother and daughter, but in our relationship she is another slave, just like you. I am in charge and I expect you to both act accordingly.”

Jennifer paused for a moment, and glanced at her mother who was watching us from her position on the bed. She could see that Janet’s breasts were starting to heave from the deep irregular breaths she was taking and her hips were slowly rotating as the vibrator did its work on her. Jennifer eyed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles that she had put there, clearly denoting her position as a slave and not as her mother.

“I figure out Master, we are your slaves and happy to be so. May this slave please suck her master’s cock?” She leaned forward to nuzzle her cheek against the visible lump in my pants.

“Yes, that is what you were told to do. Show the new slave how well you have learned your duties and what is expected of her.”

Jennifer slid her hands up my pant legs and unbuckled my belt. She pulled my zipper down and leaned forward to kiss the mound of my cock before she slid the pants down my legs. She helped me step out of my shoes and pants then kissed her way back up my legs and along the side of my cock. Her lips slid along my shaft to the tip where she gently kissed it and flicked her tongue around the head. I looked at Janet who was watching the show, her eyes already glazing with pleasure from the throbbing vibrator still stuck in her pussy. Jennifer slowly slid down the length of my cock, taking me fully into her mouth. She pushed her face against my crotch and moaned in pleasure as my manhood filled her. She proceeded to slide her head back and forth, her hands grasping the cheeks of my ass as she softly but firmly fucked her face with my prick. I let this continue for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of my slave pleasuring me then gently pulled her off me and looked down at her. She looked up, lips slightly open eyes half closed in bliss.

“Very good Slave, you continue to surprise me with how well you know what I like. Now go over to the corner and make yourself comfortable.”

Jennifer nodded and crawled to a cushion that was sitting in the corner for just this purpose. She curled herself up, tucking her legs underneath her and watched me for any further commands. I ignored her, moving over to Janet who was starting to moan and writhe with vibrator induced pleasure. I reached down to rub my hand over her tits, rolling her erect nipples between my fingers and dragging my nails under the curve of her breasts. She groaned and arched her body against my hand, her arms straining against the cuffs that held her in place. She turned her head and gazed up at me, her eyes soft with pleasure and expectation. I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth, nibbling on it and flicking it with my tongue. My other hand groped her other tit as she rolled her shoulders in frustrated ecstasy. I kissed and licked my way down her stomach, tasting the salty sweat that had started to rise from her efforts. I gently pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and flicked my tongue over her clit, eliciting another frustrated moan. I stood up and moved over to where Jennifer was sitting, holding the vibrator out to her.

“You are to use this to do to yourself what I am doing to Janet.” I commanded and Jennifer eagerly reached up to take the still humming vibrator from me. She hardly noticed that it was still covered with her mother’s slick fluids. I moved back to the foot of the bed and leaned forward, resting my hips on the footboard and holding my mouth just above Janet’s moist and swollen pussy. “Being my slave does not mean that you only service me,” I told her in a low voice. “You receive pleasure too, as long as you continue to earn it.” I extended my tongue, slowly licking up and down the sides of her pussy, circling it but never actually touching it. Janet wiggled her hips, trying to force her onto my mouth but I slapped the inside of her thigh sharply. “I am in charge here,” I said in a sharp voice “That is what you agreed to, if this has changed you can go now.” Janet froze in place, then laid her ass back down on the bed and waited for me to continue. I glanced over at Jennifer who had looked up at my tone and was afraid for what her mother might have done.

“Keep going,” I told her, and she resumed sliding the vibrator slowly around the edges of her pussy just as I had been licking her mother. I returned my attentions to Janet, resuming my teasing as she whined in frustration. I finally relented, sliding my tongue slowly up between her pussy lips and ending with a long slow lick of her clit. She let out a slow, steady moan at this and I felt her stomach tense as I repeated the process over and over. I glanced over at Jennifer who was also sliding the vibrator between her own pussy lips, pausing to push the tip against her own clit. Her eyes were half closed with pleasure and I heard gentle moans coming from her mouth.

“You can play with your tits slave, I like it when you do that but remember, no orgasm until I tell you.”

“Thank you Master” Jennifer replied breathlessly, and took her tit in her free hand, groping the firm flesh and flicking the hard nipple.

I returned my attentions to Janet, slowly increasing the pace of my licking as she ground her hips in time with my tongue. I felt her legs strain against the bonds that held them apart, desperate to trap my head between them. I saw Jennifer also becoming more aroused, trying to time the movement of the vibrator to match me as I licked her mother. I stood up and looked at Janet, a sheen of sweat covering her heaving tits. “Enough foreplay, are you ready for my cock?” Janet eagerly bobbed her head, muffled sounds that sounded like please coming from behind her gag. I mounted the bed and held the tip of my cock against her hot pussy, sliding it up and down as I had done with my tongue a few seconds before. I saw Jennifer mimic me, sliding the tip if the vibrator between her now puffy pussy lips, moaning in pleasure as she continued to maul her tits with her free hand. I looked Janet in the face as I slowly slid my cock into her well lubricated pussy. Here eyes widened then slowly closed as she felt me penetrate her. Damn she was tight; Jennifer wasn’t lying when she had said it was a while since she was last with a man. I slid forward until my crotch met hers, and then ground up and down against her clit. She groaned loudly from my efforts and I noticed that Jennifer had also slid the vibrator to the hilt into her own pussy and was bouncing it up and down as she thumbed her own engorged clit. I slid back out until the head of my cock was barely inside her then repeated the process, faster each time until I was pounding Janet hard into the mattress. Her muffled moans and shrieks filled the bedroom, offset by Jennifer’s own sounds of pleasure beside us. I reached up and pulled the gag out of Janet’s mouth and she gasped for air.

“Oh god, oh god, oh my god” she cried as I fucked her hard and fast.

“Oh god this feels soooo good. You are gonna make me cum so hard!” she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow.

“Not until I tell you to” I ordered “You will not allow yourself to cum until I let you, figure out.”

Janet didn’t hear me, she was too far gone in her passion. “Oh my god, oh my god this is so fucking good. Oh God I’m Cummmmminnnnnngggggg!!”

I felt her pussy begin to spasm around my cock, damn it felt good. Her tits bounced off my chest and her arms and legs made the bed creak with strain. I could have blown my load right there and loved every second of it, but there was a lesson to be taught here. Instead, I quickly pulled myself out of her and launched off of the bed. My face was a mask of anger as I gasped in feigned barely controlled fury. I stared at Janet as she continued in the throws of her orgasm, and then snapped my gaze over to Jennifer sitting in the corner.

Jennifer was staring at her mother, the situation dawning through the haze of pleasure she had just been in. She turned her face to me and opened her mouth in shock, and I took the opportunity to stalk angrily over to her and shove my still hard cock hard in her face. I grabbed her hair and brutally face fucked her, hearing her cough and gag as my cock drove itself deep into her throat. She struggled in surprise at first, then realized what had happened and instead grabbed my ass, trying to anticipate my movements and gain some control over the situation. I was already close to the edge so after only a few strokes I felt my own orgasm begin to surge from my balls. I pulled back and holding her roughly by the hair blew my load all over her face and tits. Once I was finished, I stood back, my angry scowl passing from Jennifer to Janet and back again. Jennifer was coughing, trying to recover from the surprise of how roughly I had used her. We had done it hard before, but all the time with some work up so she could be prepared. As well, I had never demeaned her as I just had by spraying my load all over her. Janet on the other hand was still coming down from her orgasm, setting back on the bed and getting control of her breathing. She looked over at us with confusion about what had just happened.

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