SURPRISE!
I angrily stare at the screen of my stupid computer. It still takes hours to shut down, and the flickering still is there, even though Peter had promised, that everything would be okay. I have no other option, than to go over to my next door neighbor again. Sometimes I think, he does something to my computer, so he would have another opportunity to ogle me, especially my big breasts. The first money I’ll make, when I am out of college will be spent on a breast-reduction! It wouldn’t be a bad thing, having men look into my eyes, instead of leering at my chest, when they are talking to me. Creepy geeks like Peter Dawson for example. Great! Now the flickering is even worse.
I don’t know, how long I have been sitting here, staring at the screen. But it is about time to get up and take a shower. The water feels good on my body. My, my, my, I’m feeling really aroused today. My vagina is all wet. I guess a little masturbation is in order here. I cannot remember, my pussy-lips have ever been swollen like this. But it surely feels so good! What the hell is Peter Dawson doing in my fantasy? Where has Ben Affleck gone? And why do I get this aroused from an image of myself, kneeling before this geek? If I apply just a bit more pressure, I will be there. Maybe pinching my nipples will help. YES! YES! YES! Wow, that was great! But I definitely have to work on my fantasies!
I need to talk to Peter, so he can fix the problem as soon as possible. I better dress in something sexy. The tight top, I find in my closet looks really nice. It clings to my body, and if I wear no bra, it shows quite some cleavage. I have to be careful, though, to not bend over too much, or he would even see my nipples. The cute plaid mini skirt is perfect to show off some legs and a good part of my tight behind. It might be a little too much, but this is a case of urgency. And in that outfit, I’ll have the little pervert wrapped around my finger in no time. Checking my appearance in the mirror, I doubt, if I don’t look a bit too trashy. I’m sex on legs, especially with those four-inch heels. Peter will stand no chance.
When I approach his door, I can feel myself shiver in anticipation. I knock, two times slow, three times fast. When the door opens, it takes all my willpower, to not sink down onto my knees before the glorious creature, that is standing before me. Master reaches forward, grabs one of my boobies, and I gasp, when I’m dragged in by my tit. He lifts the hem of my skirt and smacks me hard on my ass. I cannot help but moan, when I feel Peter’s handprint on my ass-cheek. Getting disciplined just gets me so hot. “What a sweet ass!” he comments. “I definitely will enjoy punishing you, my little slut,” he growls. I can feel my cunt getting wet at the prospect of being punished.
“Let’s move in,” growls Master, smacking my ass again. In the living room, I am shocked to find slave Lisa already bent over the couch, with her naked ass raised high in the air. I really had hoped, I would be Master’s only slave today, but then, he is definitely man enough for a whole harem of slave girls, let alone two of them. Nevertheless, I enviously admire Lisa’s asscheeks, which show a nice pink glow, obviously from a recent spanking. She is breathing heavily, and I can see her swollen cunt lips. She’s incredibly wet. Rivulets of her juices are running down her wide spread thighs.
As much as I have wished, that I would be first to get punished today, I have to admit, that the little slut looks really hot. “Over there!” Master commands, and I hurry to bend forward beside Lisa. I feel the cool air on my ass, when Master raises my skirt. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! He slaps down hard on my butt. “These were for wearing panties!” he bellows, while he rips my thong to shreds, making me moan, when he drags it right through my cunt lips. I can feel my twat leaking just like Lisa’s. “My, my, my, what nasty little sluts you are! All wet and dripping! You like being disciplined, don’t you?” “Yes Master,” we both gasp. I yell, when I feel Master’s hand cup my cunt. “Oh God! Yes Master! Please Master!”
To my left, I hear Lisa moan. “Oh Master!” I guess, his free hand is cupping her cunt. I moan again in unison with Lisa, when he pushes his thumb into my gushing snatch. I nearly whine, when his hand leaves my crotch after just a few seconds, only to scream out loud, when he brings it down on my left buttock with a resounding whack. Seconds later I hear the sound of flesh on flesh on my left, followed by a sharp yell from Lisa. “Who wants the next one,” he asks. “I DO!” I answer. “Please me, Master!” Lisa begs. SMACK! SMACK! One for her and one for me. I feel so hot, I desperately begin to rub my crotch against the upholstery of the couch. “Kiss each other!” Master bellows, punctuating his order with two more smacks to our asses. SMACK! SMACK!
We both make out, shooting our tongues into each others’ mouths, while the blows rain down on our globes, heating them, heating us. Oh God, I need this so much. I moan into Lisa’s mouth, as she does into mine. I wonder, how we look, bent over the couch, our asses high and Master’s palm slapping down on our quivering buttocks. “Oh yes!” I here Master from behind us. “You are two nasty little sluts, who get the spanking they need.” As if to prove, he’s right, I raise my butt in an attempt to meet his hand on its downward strokes, hoping for an even deeper impact. My ass is glowing, and like Lisa I still keep begging for more. Master is right: I need this. To be punished for being nasty and dirty.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I feel Peter’s hand on my ass. I moan in unbridled lust. Smack! This one landed on Lisa’s pert butt. “You are pretty wild little brats,” comments master. I feel my cunt spasm, when he hits me again. I arch my back as high as I can, offering my ass for further punishment. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I hear Peter’s hand on Lisa’s ass. “Harder!” she begs. Master alternates swatting each of our asses hard, and we moan appreciatively. “Like that?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I scream. “Harder, please!” begs Lisa. Looking over at her, I see her flushed cheeks and pure lust in her eyes. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “Please more,” I cry in desperate need.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! More and more I’m turned on, as much from the discipline as from the knowledge, that I am pleasing my Master by suffering through him and for him. My juices leak down my thighs, while Lisa and me groan in pain and pleasure. SMACK! SMACK! I am so close to coming. I feel Peter’s finger tips rub across my swollen cunt. SMACK! SMACK! One more, and I’m there. “Please...” I beg. I am so close. I feel his hand scoop up gobs of my juices. “How nasty you are, my little slaves. You’re so depraved, to get off on being punished.” I feel his hand in my hair, while he wipes it clean, doing the same with Lisa’s hair with his other hand. She obviously is just as wet as me.
Grabbing us by our hair, he pulls us off of the couch and drags us down onto the floor. We kneel with spread legs and sit down with our sore asses right on our heels, whimpering. Peter looks down at me. “Tell me, do you love being fucked,” commands Master. “Mmm! I want nothing more in my life, than being fucked by my master,” I moan desperately. “Beg me to fuck you.” “Please fuck me Master,” I whimper. He signals Lisa. “How about you. What would you do for my cock?” “Anything,” she gasps. “Would it pleases you, if I allow you to suck my cock?” “Yes master!” she groans. Then it’s my turn again. “Are you my sex-toy to do with anything I like?” “Oh yes my lord!” I groan. “Would you whore for me, sell your body on the streets?” “Yes!” Lisa gasps. “Are you my obedient and submissive slave forever?” “Yes!” I confirm.
He grabs us again by our hair and pulls us up. “Time for you to make something to eat. I’m starving,” he states, dragging us to the kitchen. We fix some snacks and cook some eggs and bacon. “Don’t you dare...” I hear master’s voice, when I try to sit down beside him. “You should know, that you are not worthy enough to sit at my side.” I shudder, his abuse shooting a tingle right to my cunt. He allows us to kneel at both of his sides and pulls out two pairs of nipple clamps. We lick our lips in anticipation, as we watch those instruments of torture dangling from his fingers. Grabbing our tits one by one, he pulls us forward. Flicking our nipples, so they stand erect, he fixes the cruel little garments on our throbbing pleasure buds.
We cannot help but moan, when he clamps them down on each erect tip. The feeling is both horrible and pleasurable. We sway our upper bodies to an imaginary music, so our clamped tits swing for Peter’s viewing pleasure, bringing us to new heights in pain and arousal. While Master eats, he gropes us, running his fingers through the folds of our snatches, reaching around our bodies to slap our still sore asses or, better yet, twisting and pulling on our nipple-clamps. He laughs, when he notices our juices leaking down our thighs. He reaches down and scoops some onto his fingers. “You are dirty little sluts,” he states, wiping his hands across our faces.
The warm glow of humiliation rushes through me, as he berates us. “OK sluts! Lisa, go get something to drink. Allison, get down between my legs. It’s about time, I fuck those big hooters of yours.” His glorious member springs free, when he pulls down his pants. I move forward to carefully take it and place it in the valley of my boobs. God, how hot it feels on my skin! Luckily it’s big enough, so it’s an easy task for me, to kiss and lick the head of his cock on every
forward stroke. Not just satisfied, with me moving my jugs up and down his monster pole, he holds them in his iron fists, and yanks them up and down on his cock, occasionally flicking my clipped nipples. He practically masturbates in between my large hooters.
When Lisa returns with the drinks, he makes her bow beside him, so that her nipple clips are dangling just above the surface of the kitchen table. He orders me, to keep my hooters pressed against his cock, while he resumes spanking Lisa’s tight ass with one hand. With his free hand he again begins playing with my trapped nipples. My tits and their steel like tips are hurting like hell, the flames of pain and passion rushing through my body right down to my dripping twat. I cannot remember having ever been this hot before. I just wish, he would never stop fucking me, hurting me, using me.
All too soon, he lets go, covering my face and tits in a huge amount of his sacred male seed. I can feel it dripping down my chin onto my boobs and onto my thighs. Eagerly my tongue darts out to lick up any droplet I can reach. Then he orders Lisa, to lick the rest of my body clean, and I moan, when I feel her hot tongue on my skin, lapping me like a little puppy. “Now that you had your starters, you may eat,” Master states. He places a small plate filled with snacks on the ground. We eat, kneeling on the carpet, bent forward, our hands clasped behind our backs and our asses raised high.
Peter stands up and takes the belt from his pants. He takes advantage of our posture to methodically whip our ass-cheeks. He is a true master with the belt, making sure to just hit us with the tip of it, hurting us, without causing any damage. He could whip us for hours like that. Out of our mouths comes a song of whines and moans, while the room is filled with the snapping sound of leather on flesh. I come several times throughout my meal and from watching Lisa’s shaking body, I knew she has her share of orgasms, too. We come harder and harder. With each whiplash, he’s not only heating up our butts, but our arousal as well. Eagerly I spread my legs for him, showing him, how wet I am. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Lisa doing the same. Then he hits me one final time, and I come in one gigantic orgasm. And then I pass out.
“Allison!” I hear Lisa yell. I walk into the den. “What’s up?” “I thought, you talked to this geek Peter Lawson to fix our computer. Look at this,” she says, pointing at the screen.
I don’t know, how long we have been staring at the computer screen, but it is time to get up. We enter the shower and immediately start playing with each other. I just love her nipples, who always seem to be erect. Her tits are smaller than mine, but I’d love to have nipples like hers. They’re so much fun to twist and pinch. I just love to see her squirm, when I press down on her
teats, flatten them, while I yank her titties about. I press harder and harder, while she uses both her hands to slap my D-cup jugs. We moan and groan, torturing each other’s tits as we grind our crotches against each other.
All too soon, we are close to coming, so we stop, panting heavily, our faces flushed, as if we just had been fucked. My tits are glowing, and I admire Lisa’s bullet-like teats, which stand out even more than usual. It takes all my willpower, not to frig my cunt, and Lisa is in no better state. So we quickly finish the shower, drying each other, paying special attention, to harshly rub our tits and nipples, before we enter our bedroom, where we put on the six-inch-heels and dress in our gowns. We both gasp, when the soft material touches our sore tits. Hopefully, we won’t leak too much juices, or else, we would have to lick them up later. Shaking with desire , we leave our apartment and walk over to our master, knocking at his door: Two times short, three times fast.
The door opens, and he stands before us. We both gasp, drinking in his god-like presence. “Master!” we both whisper, before we fall to our knees. Reaching forward, he entwines his hands in our hair and drags us in. We fight hard, to keep his pace, crawling on all fours. “Are you wet, like I ordered?” he asks, without looking back. “Wet and dripping, Master!” Lisa answers. He suddenly stops and turns around, fixing us with his eyes, that had become two narrow slits. Oh God! These cruel, blue eyes could make me come, with a single glare. “Did you come?” “N-n-no Master,” I answer, “we stopped on the brink. We’re hot and ready, like you ordered.”
He lets go of our hair and grabbing the tops of our gowns, yanks them down to expose our tits. He smiles, when he sees, how hard we had worked each other’s boobs for him. “I am really pleased with my slaves,” he states, and we both gleam with pride, thrusting out our tits, as we kneel before him. Without warning, he slaps down hard on my tits, first the right one, then the left. I gasp in pained pleasure. The next two blows hit my boobies so hard from the underside, that they slap against my chin. If I have been hot, when I arrived, I’m now nearly insane from the fire of lust, that burns in my tits and cunt.
Next Peter grabs Lisa’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, twisting them at a 180 degrees ankle. She screams passionately, especially when he begins brutally yanking at her tits. “Yes my little sluts, I’m very pleased. Did you enjoy torturing each other in my name?” “Oh yes, Master,” I haste to answer, “it made me so hot, hurting these cute nipples for you and having my hooters slapped around.” “Me too,” confirms Lisa, “but I crave it even more, when it’s you, hurting me.” As if to prove her point, she shakes her torso, stretching her nipples by doing so, because master still holds them in his deadly grip. Peter grins that lewd grin, I crave so much. “Nice to hear, but now it’s time, you get your asses punished.”
He lets go of one of Lisa’s nipples to grab my left teat. “Up!” he orders, yanking us upwards, until we stand before him on shaking legs. I can smell our arousal, as we prepare to be disciplined. He pulls us along by our nipples into the living room, where he has us bend over the couch again. We both shiver, when we see the leather crop, lying on the table. Master takes his time, sitting down opposite of us, sipping a drink, while he looks us over. I can feel my juices run down my legs, so desperate am I, to be disciplined again. “Look at me!” We raise our heads, and I look into his beautiful eyes.
“Would you like to become my permanent slaves, 24/7?” “Oh yes, please Master,” Lisa begs. “You would fulfill my deepest desire,” I confirm. He chuckles. “So eager? We’ll see. I am willing to give it a try, but there are a few conditions...” “I’ll do anything you wish, master,” I say. “Me too,” agrees Lisa. Peter jumps up from his chair and storms towards us. He slaps us both hard across our faces. I nearly come from the sheer pleasure. “You will keep your slut mouths shut, until I tell you otherwise, got that?” We nod in unison. He takes his seat again and begins explaining, what he would expect from us.
“You both are excellent students. First you will use your senior year to study very hard, so you’ll get a top degree, that helps you to find a well-paid job to support me financially. Second, you will help me, to find other sluts for me to enslave. I’ve seen a junior around campus. She will be your first catch. She’s of Latin descent, and her name is Eva. I’ll give you the details later. You will become friends with her and have her over at your apartment. Make sure, she’s using your computer very often. You will know, when it’s time to bring her to me.” My first thought has been, that I don’t want to share master with anybody but Lisa. But I can see, that Peter should have some variety.
I saw an image before my inner eye: Ten, twenty or even more sexy slave girls groveling at master’s feet; serving him; licking his feet; doing the laundry, while their nipples are trapped in alligator clamps; offering their asses to his riding crop; cook for him, while they are attached to the oven by a leash, that is fixed to their collar; spreading their legs for him, while he inserts the thickest dildos into their dripping snatches; cleaning the apartment with a butt-plug shoved up their assholes; feeding him, while he pinches and slaps their titties; rimming his asshole; begging him to fuck them, while they are tightly bound to the bed; deep-throating him, while two other slaves fuck their cunts and asses hard with gigantic strap-on dildos.
“You will live your normal life, when not serving me, but you will know, that your true life, is that of a slave, MY SLAVE. Anything you do, think or say will be to please me. This includes drawing absolutely no attention to our relationship, except when it’s time to bring me another slave.” This will definitely be the hardest part. I would have loved, to publicly throw myself onto my knees before my master, vowing my unlimited love, adoration and servitude to him for everyone to hear, but I can see, how this could harm my master. The outside world just wouldn’t understand. “Now tell me, slaves, do you want this life of utter submission, total devotion and permanent punishment?”
“Please master, I want all this and more,” says Lisa with so much yearning in her voice. “Master, I’ll be your lovingly devoted slavegirl forever,” I chime in. He grins. “That’s, what I thought. Now that we’ve got things straight, I think it’s time for some discipline.” With that he stands and picks up the crop. It’s made of the finest leather, with a flattened tip, and I just know, that it will hurt us sooo good. Peter approaches us. First he grabs my hair and yanks my head back to kiss me hard on my mouth. For this kiss alone, I would swear my everlasting devotion to him. He does the same with Lisa, leaving her gasping and whimpering just like me. He lets us kiss the whip, before he walks behind us. We shake with anticipation, and then the games begin.
“Eva?” “Huh?” The young girl stretches, and she smiles at me. “I have completely lost track of time. What time is it?” She is a real cutie. Cute and sexy, with a nice set of C-cup tits and a perfect bubble butt. “It is time,” Lisa says. It takes a moment for her to realize. Then her face lightens up. “You mean...” We both smile at her. “Yes, you lucky girl. You are going to meet master.” She’s giddy like a schoolgirl, fearing she might not look presentable, hoping he will find her acceptable, shaking with desire, when Lisa confirms, that she will be fucked and disciplined today. She eagerly drags us to the bathroom. The shower is pretty small for three girls, but we manage to wash our bodies with each other’s help.
Since she has moved in with us, one week ago, she has spent a lot of time in front of our computer, practically doing her entire schoolwork there. On her second day, she told us, that she had some very disturbing erotic dreams. They were all about her, sexually submitting to a man, like she was some sort of a slave girl. She admitted, that she felt most aroused and satisfied, when she was pleasuring him in her dreams. On her third day, she told us, that her dream master had spanked her, and that she had felt, like she almost craved the discipline. She had been slightly irritated, but she confirmed, that these dreams had been far more erotic, than any real life experience.
On her fourth day, she had begun to wonder, what it would feel like, to really be the obedient slave of a master, who would use her and punish her. She had been visibly aroused, when she spoke, fidgeting in her seat, her nipples straining against her t-shirt. On her fifth day, she literally begged us to spank her, if only once, just so she could feel the real thing. Lisa and me refused, and the needy, poor little thing almost cried. On her sixth day, we finally informed her, that we knew exactly, how she felt, that we actually were the slaves of a real master, who uses and disciplines us regularly. And we informed her, that our master’s eyes had fallen upon her, and that she was prepared to meet him in person. She begged us to introduce her to him, but we told her, that it was master’s wish, that she’d wait one more day.
Although she had been shaking with desire and desperation, she instantly went silent. If it was master’s wish, she would wait, forever, if he so decided. So now, on her seventh day, she dresses with shaking hands, blabbing all the time, telling us, how wet she is, and that she can’t wait to get punished and used by her... our master. She wonders only for a second, when we walk over to Peter Dawson’s apartment. Of course! Peter Dawson is her master. She knows that now, beyond any doubts. When he opens the door, and she stands face to face with him, she is so weak in her knees, we have to steady her. “Good evening master,” Lisa and me greet him, before we pull off Eva’s t-shirt and yank down her skirt, so she stands in just her sexy pink panties and matching demi-cup bra. “Master!” she whispers.
We lift our own t-shirts to bare our tits, and he invites us in. He smacks down hard on Eva’s ass, and we can hear her grunt, her body shuddering from the impact. “That’s a great ass, you’ve got there, slut,” he comments, walking to her front. He takes her bare nipples in between his forefingers and thumbs and squeezes them. “Oh God, master,” she whimpers. “And your nipples are exquisite. That’s a fine catch, you brought me, slaves,” he addresses Lisa and me, “I am very pleased with you.” We both blush deeply at his praise. “Thank you, master.” He places one hand underneath Eva’s chin and pulls her face up, so she is looking at him. “And what about you, little fuckdoll? Are you happy to meet your master?”
Her voice is barely audible and shaking with desire, when she answers. “Oh master, I have dreamt of this moment for my entire life. I want nothing more than to submit to you, body and soul. All that I have, all that I am belongs to you. You own me forever.” “That’s known to me, my eager little pet,” he answers, patting her head. “Lisa, Allison, why don’t you make yourself useful and go to the kitchen, to fix some lasagna, while I give this hot slut here a taste of her future life?” We hurry to comply. Although I would have liked to see master brake in the Latin hottie, I’m always glad to be useful to my master.
At least, we hear Eva’s screams, while we prepare lunch. “Oh god master... it’s so big master... please fuck me master... Yes! Yes! Yes!... use me, my lord... use your obedient fuck slave...” I cannot help but rub my cunt, while I listen to Eva yelling out her pleasure of being taken by master. “I’m coming, master... use me, use me... aaahhhh!” Lisa and me are furiously rubbing our slick snatches and pinching and groping our tits and nipples, while we listen to Eva having her first slave orgasm. I wonder, if I ever sound this wanton, when master uses me. “Oh master, please come in me... bless me with your glorious seed... yes master, thank you master... I’m yours master, forever, forever...”
We come with her, panting and grunting, while we try to steady ourselves by leaning over the kitchen table. “She’s a real hottie, isn’t she?” Lisa states. “Yeah,” I agree, “I only hope, she is up to master’s standards. She’s pretty in-experienced, and I wouldn’t want master to be poorly served.” We put the lasagna in the oven and set the timer, before we go back into the living room. Eva is sprawled out on the couch, cum leaking out of her cunt. She looks great, spread open like a whore and obviously thoroughly fucked. “You’re just in time,” master addresses us. He picks up two riding crops and hands them to us. Grabbing Eva by her short hair, he pulls her off the couch. “I guess, what this little slut needs now, is a bit of discipline. Ain’t I right?” he asks her.
“Oh yes, please master,” master she gasps, “punish me, please. I need it so much!” He drags her to the back of the couch and throws her upper body over it. Still holding her hair, he kneels down on the couch his crotch right in front of her flushed face. “Lisa, Allison, I will fuck this whore’s mouth now, and I want you to whip her ass, while I do so. I will point to the one, who is to hit your fellow slave sister.” Yanking her head up, he asks her, “would you like that? Having your bubble ass whipped, while I use your mouth like a cunt?” “Yes master! I want all that, please,” she answers. He grins. “Well, then, you better get me hard again. Your friends won’t hit you, until I’m fully erect.”
Eagerly Eva leans forward, which raises her ass even higher, and she engulfs master’s beautiful cock in her mouth. She works feverishly on his pole, determined to bring pleasure to her owner and desperate for her punishment. I look in a mixture of envy and lust at master’s cock being worked over so thoroughly. I wish it was my mouth to be allowed to pleasure him. She does a good job, though, because after just one minute, he signals to Lisa to whip Eva’s ass. Lisa’s arm draws back, and she brings the crop down on the Latina’s left ass-cheek with a resounding whack. She moans around master’s cock, as her ass shakes in lust.
Then it’s my turn. I place a direct hit in the center of her right cheek. Again she moans her appreciation. I see a nice pink spot on her perfect globe, just where the flattened tip of the crop has landed. Master signals me to place five rapid strokes on her ass. Eva’s mouth seems to do wonders on his cock, since he lets out a satisfied grunt. “Ahh! There’s nothing like a writhing bitch blowing your cock. Keep that up, slut, and you’ll soon get your reward!” Lisa and me now begin alternatively whipping this perfect, wiggling, glowing butt, that just seems to constantly beg ‘WHIP ME!’ Master has both hands in Eva’s hair, holding her head, while he rams his rod in an out of her mouth.
Eva is beyond herself with lust, guttural sounds coming out of her mouth, while she shakes her ass at us, like she’s waving a red flag in front of bull. We both whip her with full force, turning her ass through several shades of pink to a fiery red color. Now the little slut has definitely a real hot ass. Just when Peter shows the first signs, that he is about to come, he pulls out of her mouth. With his hands still in her hair, he pulls her off of the couch, so she is kneeling in front of him. Looking down at her, I guess I’ve never seen a face with more lust on it than Eva’s. “Lisa, whip her tits now!” he orders my slave sister. “Allison, wank me off over her tits and face!”
I rush to stand beside him, take his erect cock in my shaking hand and began to wank him off, his cock just inches from Eva’s upturned tits. Eva moans and groans, while Lisa’s whip smashes down on her heaving tits. “Oh master. I love you so much. Please come on me. Bath my burning slave-tits in your sacred seed and feed my slave-mouth with your glorified cum.” That seems to be all, he needed to hear, because I feel his dick throb in my hand, and watch his cum explode from its tip, showering Eva’s tits and face in sticky white juices. I aim his cock at her mouth, so he shoots some directly into her throat, and then I aim higher, so it hits her nose and eyes. I even manage to get some into her hair.
“Great work, Allison,” he compliments me, making me blush, “you my kneel down and clean my cock.” While I sink down in front of him, he speaks to Lisa. “You did a job just as good as Allison. You may kneel down in front of your new sister and make out with her like you were two dirty lesbo sluts. Make sure to lick each other clean, so each has her share of my cum.” “Thank you, master,” I hear Lisa whisper, before I hear their moans and the squishing sounds, of
rubbing their bodies into each other. When I am finished, cleaning his cock, master lets me join them, and we soon are entangled in a threesome lesbian lick-fest.
After lunch, master takes an afternoon nap, while we spend the time with household chores. I get lucky, because I am allowed to wash his clothes, which gives me plenty of opportunities of pressing his underwear and socks against my nose to inhale his male scent, while I furiously rub my cunt. I later learn, that my sisters have been just as happy as me, as Lisa has cleaned the living room, rubbing herself against all the furniture, where he had been sitting or standing. And little Eva has licked all the dishes, he has used, rubbing her naked cunt against the edge of the kitchen table, before putting them into the dish washer.
When we are finished, we kneel beside the living room door, waiting for his return, while we discuss all the sensations we feel, whenever master is using us sexually and how blessed we are, to be allowed to serve him in other ways too, like doing household chores for example or make money for him. Of course, we also talk about our punishments, how much we crave them, and how lucky we are, that Peter is so creative, when it comes to hurt or to humiliate us. We totally agree, that having our asses spanked or whipped is great, but that nothing beats titty-torture. In the end, however, we come to the conclusion, that it is the whole package of service, sex and discipline, that makes Peter such a unique master.
While we have talked about discipline and punishment, we have found out, that none of us has ever had her cunt punished. “I wonder, what it feels, like, having your snatch spanked,” Lisa muses. Without warning, Eva leans over and gives my cunt a playful smack. I gasp in surprise. “Tell us Allie! How does that feel?” she asks. I feel myself getting wet. “Oh God! Stop it! You’re making me so hot.” We consider, how we could get Peter to punish our nasty slave-twats, and it is Lisa, who finally comes up, with the best idea. So when Peter returns from his afternoon nap, he finds his three slaves, lying side by side on the couch, legs spread wide, cunts raised in the air with three riding crops on the table, pointing directly at their desperate snatches. “SURPRISE!” we scream, when he walks through the door. He stops for a moment, takes in the picture, and grinning, he begins to approach us.