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Megan’s Questions
Chapter Ten
My head is in a fog of sorts. By that I mean I had one Hell of an afternoon with Betsy Collins. It is obvious she would like to be my slave, my sex slave. I am not sure I want a full time relationship right now. I’ve got to think about this.
On to other things. Today is the day. I am taking Megan to a salon where they will remove her pussy hair with a laser. It will be removed completely, permanently. What does she think about that? We talked about it, and I told her I wanted to have her cunt void of any pubic hair. While she has no problem with having pubic hair, she did understand how erotic it appears to have the pubic hair removed. So, she agreed. Since this is permanent, I wanted her to agree to it.
She was dressed relatively conservative, by my standards. A simple white silk blouse and a black leather skirt which ended about three inches above her knees. Yeah, I had her wear a pair of black leather high heel sandals. She wore no other clothing. Yes, the attendant would see her dressed like that, but I didn’t care. All the important parts of her were covered, so that was that. Megan accepted my mandate. What a precious little slave she is.
Megan is not particularly hirsute, so it did not take very long, only about an hour and half for the job. I was in the room with her the whole time, making sure every hair on her pubis, her cunt and the delicious little space between the cunt and her ass hole, was removed. Megan is quite beautiful around her cunt, and to my way of thinking, pubic hair distracted from that beauty.
When we arrive back home, Megan naturally undressed and donned her collar and cuffs. I had her model for me, showing off her body so I could appreciate this modification. Aside from a pinkish tinge to the pubic mound, caused by the laser, and a natural tenderness to the area, she was magnificent. I am glad we did this. After seeing herself in a mirror, she agreed that this was a good idea. In order to help the healing process, an ointment, a balm, was to be put on the effected area a couple of times a day.. It was my great pleasure to administrate this medical procedure.
I hugged her, and kissed her, complimenting her on the modification to her beautiful body. She smiled and replied, “Thank you. I agree I look more naked and more like a sex slave. Ya know, the thing I missed?”
“No, I don’t know what you missed.”
“Well, as I was lying there, naked below the waist, legs spread and someone messing with my pussy, I wish I had been tied down, like slave. I think that would have been hot.”
I kissed her again, “Yeah, that would have been hot. I am glad you weren’t, because I am not sure I could have resisted fucking you.”
I repeat myself, is this girl a treasure, or what?
A day or so after having her pubic hair permanently removed, we were sitting in the living room. We were naked, and she was wearing her collar and cuffs, along with a pair of dark gray high heel pumps. I was reading some research for an article while Megan was reading a BDSM pornographic novel. We were sitting next to each other, our bodies touching. As usual, her hand was wrapped around my cock, softly stroking it.
I paused in my reading, leaning over, putting my arm around Megan and kissing her, I asked, “How are you and Chris doing? I haven’t seen him around here in a couple of days.”
Putting her book down, but continuing to stroke my cock, she turned to me and answered, “He’s been over at the University in De Graw. He took his step mother with him. He wants a slave with him while they are looking at the curriculum and the housing. He wants to be an engineer. I think he will be a good one.”
“Are you two still doing OK”, I asked.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“You don’t sound too sure. Is there a problem?”
Megan paused, leaning into me, she continued to stroke my cock. “Well, I don’t know. I think he might be upset at me. He wants to give me to a friend of his. He wants to watch me being whipped and fucked by this friend. I am not sure I feel safe with that friend. Besides, I told him you are my master and he would have to ask you. If you approved, then I would have to submit. He didn’t want to do that. I don’t know his friend, and I don’t want my slavery to be common knowledge at school. I will be a senior this year and I don’t want to change schools because of a scandal, or bullying. I just want to graduate with a good grade point average. I don’t trust Chris’s decisions in this matter. Jack , Sir, I am your slave, devoted to you, and I guess owned by you. Isn‘t that right?”
God, I love this girl!
“Well, you are right. You are my sex slave, and you are not to surrender to anyone without my permission.. If you and he were married, or if you lived with him as his slave, and he being your master, well, that would be a totally different situation. Until then, you are mine. I consider you to be my daughter, and my sex slave.”
I kissed her again as she squeezed my cock. My hand was full of her breasts, squeezing them and manipulating her nipples.
I spoke again, “There is a little more to this, Sweet Slave. Suppose you were living with Chris, or even married to him. Then, suppose is wanted to give you to his friend, to be tied, whipped and tortured, and made to submit to his sexual demands, what would be your feelings? This is something you have to consider.”
Megan paused, still gently stroking my achingly rigid cock, “Well, if I were his sex slave…,and he were truly my master, then I would submit to what he wanted. I would have to trust that he would protect me.”
I hugged and kissed her, telling her she was a wonderfully beautiful slave.
“Jack, can I ask you another question?”
We kissed again, “Sure, you know you can ask me anything.”
She gave my cock a delicious squeeze, and kept stroking it, “Are you and Betsy an item? Is she going to be your sex slave?”
“Wow, you are full of questions, aren’t you? Well, I have always promised you an answer, so let me give it to you as best I can. First, I am not over losing your mother. I loved her very much. That was one Hell of a jolt when we lost her. You helped me make it through all that. I know you felt the same way. I am glad we have each other, and I will never do anything to jeopardize that. As far as Betsy, I have only seen her once in all this time. I enjoyed myself with her, and she is very submissive, the way I like. While I am tempted to make her my slave, I want to make sure this is what I want. You need to know I would do nothing to interfere with what you and I have. We are family, and you come first in my life.”
Megan turned her face up to me and kissed me, then she lowered her head down to my already rigid cock and used her soft warm lips to kiss it, and then began to suck it. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes and let her do what she does best. After a moment or two, I did stop her and had her face me again. Her hand moved off my cock to my chest.
“Hold it, Sweet Slave, don’t distract me with that sweet mouth and tongue of yours. Why are you asking about Betsy? You asked me, and now I am asking you. Also, you can put your hand back on my cock.”
Megan smiled and kissed me again while her hand again sought my still aching cock. “Well, I wondered what happens to me if you make Betsy your slave. Chris has already told me he wants to make his mother and me to do things with each other while being bound and whipped, or tormented. You made mother and me suck each other several times. I never thought of Chris doing something like that Betsy and I.”
I am having a hard time controlling my cock and desires at this point. “OK, here’s the deal. If I were to take Betsy as my slave, I would be a lot rougher that I was with your mother. Its possible I would be rougher on you. I think I have been rougher on you lately than I was before. Yes, I can see making you and Betsy suck each other. You both are beautiful and sexy women. It would be a thing of beauty. Since you are family, I might cut you some slack, and not be as rough on you as I would be with Betsy. But, as I say this, I have not made up my mind about making Betsy my slave.”
Megan was very thoughtful as she answered me. “Well, I happen to know she wants to be your slave, and knows you will be very rough on her. She wants you to be that way with her. And…, please try to understand, if you make her your slave, and do what you want you want with her, please keep me as your slave. And as rough as you are with her, I don’t want you to hold back on me. Lately, yes, I noticed that you are much more harsh with me. I want you to know this is just fine. The tighter you bind me, and the more you do to me, the more excited I am. I will not admit this to anyone but you, Sir, but when you are making me endure the things you want to do to me, the more I endure, whipping, torture, sex, the more excited I get. Please treat me like you are going to treat Betsy.”
` Megan was nearly breathless with this admission. My cock was getting a working over. I grasped her hand, stopping her from making me cum. I wanted to fuck her first. I pulled her hand from my cock, and locked both her wrist cuffs together behind her back. As I moved my hand back around her delightful body, I stopped at her breasts, squeezed them, and slapped them about three times each, then kissed her. Her kiss was so hot, it felt like her lips nearly burned my lips. I ran my hand down to her cunt, delving into this scorching hot facility. Megan was ready to be fucked.
I pushed her back down on the couch and spread her legs. Megan looked up at me with a look of anticipation. Her cunt was soaking wet and took my cock easily. I must have been more aroused that I knew. I began to hump her like a mad man. The next thing I knew, she was cumming. The feel of her body, the visage of her pretty face with lust and sexual tension written across it, and the way my cock felt in her cunt made me want to cum, and cum I did. It seemed it would never stop. I just kept humping her, with her hips rising to meet mine. Megan was a wonderful slave, the kind that made me want to bind her, torment her, and fuck her to oblivion, forever.
Megan’s venus mons has completely healed. Now, with the total removal of her pubic hair by laser, I swear she is more naked, and more alluring. I love the look of her when she is naked, especially wearing high heels, but with the smooth bare pussy, she is even more erotically exciting. I loved touching her cunt area before, but now it is delicious. I suppose, in a way, I understand Megan wanting touch and stroke my cock all the time. I love running my hand over the area where the pubic hair has been removed, which of course means I am touching and fondling her cunt, a lot. I had even thought of having a tattoo placed in that area, something like the word “slave”, or even a tattoo of crossed whips. But, I don’t really like tattoo’s, especially on beautiful female skin. Both Megan and her mother are too beautiful to mar their skin with a tattoo.
I have a lot of thinking to do. I must decide what I want to do about Betsy, and of course there is the Chris situation. I think I might “date” Betsy for a while. I don’t want to jump into a “permanent” situation right now. I do enjoy Betsy, and treating her like a sex slave, so we will see what we shall see.
The Chris situation gives me pause for thought. I hope he hasn’t contracted a bad case of “stupid” and is about the blow the best thing that ever happened to him. I think I will have a talk with him to clarify what is going on.
In the meantime, there is something even more important coming up. It is Megan’s birthday, her seventeenth. This has been a very significant year for her. Jayne, her mother was lost in a traffic accident, so Megan has had her down moments, but she has soldiered through. Of great significance is that Megan is now a sex slave, my sex slave to be exact. Her mother introduced her to the life of a sex slave, and induced me to take Megan as my sex slave. She has embraced her new status in life. It seems she is open to anything demanded of her. She had been introduced to a BDSM group and was used {abused} by all the Masters of that group. Megan enjoyed those moments when she interacted with members of that group. Unfortunately, the group has broken up. I wish that group was still here to celebrate her birthday. I want it to be something very special.
Megan made this somewhat easier for me. She was looking at a website which concerned itself with BDSM, bondage gear and accessories. The item that caught her interest was a brushed stainless steel slave collar. I have seen these items, but, never thought much about them.. This particular collar appears to be solid steel. It is a steel circle that must be bent, or stretched around the slaves neck, and when pushed back together again, it is secured with an Allen wrench. It is a semi-permanent fixture on a slaves neck. It can be removed, but with some difficulty.
Megan turned to me and asked, “Have you ever thought about making me wear your collar, like this one?”
She was pointing to the stainless steel model on her laptop computer screen. It is obvious she is intrigued with the idea of being made to wear a slave collar.
`”My sweet slave, you are already a slave. Do you think you would want to wear a collar 24/7”, I asked.
She looked back at her computer screen, “Yes, I have thought about it. For people who would understand its significance, it would tell them I am your collared slave. I don’t know how to express it, but it would make me feel more like a sex slave, that I belong to you, for you to use as you see fit. Do I make any sense?”
“Yes, you do. I suppose I never thought about it, but I understand what you are saying. I suppose I should give it serious thought. A collared slave is a serious matter. It does brand you as a sex slave.”
The conversation took various twists and turns after that. Later I went to the website, and found one collar that could have her initials engraved on it, or for that matter, my initials. Perhaps for her birthday.
I did have a talk with the Chris Collins. It seems he has a friend who is married. This individual is training his new bride to be a sex slave. Chris wanted to show off Megan, and make her submit to this fellow. While I understand why he would want to do this, I put a stop to it. Megan is my slave, Chris is merely her boy friend, with BDSM privileges. I put him on “probation”. I will still allow him to date Megan, if she wants to go out with him, but she is still my slave, and I will decide what happens to her, and by whom. Chris was very meek after our meeting.
Things are working out for Megan’s birthday. I did order the steel collar. Also, wonder of wonders, I was able to make contact with Sean McAlpine and his wife, Eileen.. They do live about one hundred miles from here, but they will be able to attend the birthday gathering. Chris, and his step mother, Betsy Collins will be there. Nora Watson and her husband, George would also be attending. This has the makings of a good party.
This would be my first BDSM party, or gathering since Jayne had been killed. I miss her. Jayne was the most important part of our gatherings. I wish she was still here. She would be proud of her daughter and how she has progressed in her slavery.
The guests were arriving. I showed them to my basement play room. Betsy and Chris were the last to arrive. Betsy was awesome. My cock seemed to leap to a massive erection at the sight of her. Before this night was over, I was going to experience Mrs. Collins, again.
Everyone was talking and standing around in the orgy room. The room was filled with naked, or semi naked BDSM lovers. Megan was in a small room for equipment storage. She was wearing leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, along with her leather collar, a penis gag filled her mouth. She was naked, with the exception of black patent leather high heels. I locked her in the room until I was ready to present her. Every one was undressed, as is our custom. I was very aroused. My cock was rigid and bounced when I walked. Betsy Collins could not keep her eyes off it. I stood in front of the group and spoke.
“Good People, we are here tonight to celebrate an important event. It is the seventeenth birthday of my daughter, Megan. I will make sure each and everyone gets a chance to properly congratulate her on her birthday.”
With that, I walked to the store room, my cock bouncing as I walked, and retrieved my beautiful step daughter. I attached a leash to her collar, and pulled her from the room. There was applause from our guests. With me leading Megan by her leash I made her walk around the room and be kissed by each of the revelers, both men and woman. Each person who kissed and hugged her made sure they got a hand full of her breasts, pussy and ass. Kissing was rather one sided as she was gagged. She was kissed by everyone there. She was a thing of naked beauty as she was greeted by each person at the gathering. Every master greeted her with a hard cock. When they hugged her, each man made sure his cock was pressed against Megan When she came back with me to the center of the center of the room, I hugged and kissed her, then changed her wrist bondage from behind her back to the front of her. The I led her to the whipping post in the center of the room. I tied a rope to the locked cuffs, then tied the other end of the rope to a ring set high on the post. I made sure the rope was taut, pulling and stretching Megan, showing off her sweet body.
“Folks, since you were here last, I have changed this whipping post. Even Megan is not aware of the change. If you will look between my slave’s legs, you will see a ten inch piece of wood which is attached to the post with a hinge and is now hanging down, with a rather large dildo mounted to it. The piece of wood is hinged to the whipping post. It can be pulled up between her legs. Notice, when I do that, the dido is at the same level as her cunt. There is a problem, of sorts. The dildo sticks out too far to properly enter my sweet slave’s cunt. Well, watch this.”
I turned to Megan who was tied facing the whipping post, “Slave, move back and push your ass out as far as you can.”
I slapped her silky smooth ass to emphasize my order. Megan did as she was told. She pushed out her ass, moving her high heel shod feet in the process, which in turn moved her pussy directly over the large dildo mounted to the whipping post. She held her position, and I immediately pushed the dildo up and burying it in her cunt. Once it was firmly lodged there, I locked off the hinged board. Now here was Megan, tied to a whipping post, on her tip toes with her ass pushed out in a very vulnerable position, her cunt impaled on a dildo. She was helpless, held in position by her cunt. A delicious dilemma. As soon as Megan was locked into position, everyone in the room applauded. Megan tried to move, reducing the vulnerability of her ass, but could not. It was arousing to watch her struggle, trying to move. Like I pointed out, she was locked there, held in position by her dildo filled cunt.
Now, there are four masters, including myself, the room who are approved to whip my slave. I have in my hand a rather serious flogger. Each of us will lay one lash on her ass, then one lash each on the backs over her thighs. Megan will be turned around exposing the front of her body, then each of us will lay one lash each on her tits, then on her cunt, and then on the fronts of her thighs. Now I know it is her seventeenth birthday, and those whip lashes add up to a little over that number, but who’s counting.
The birthday whipping started. McAlpine was first, and the blow from the whip was considerable. Megan squirmed and tried to move, but her cunt held her there. George Watson knew how to handle a whip and Megan felt his lash. The Chris took the whip. His lash was the most severe. Megan looked over her shoulder at Chris. The look on her face was asking him for mercy. I think Chris maybe upset because Megan didn‘t want to obey him when he wanted to giver her to another master. He made sure she knew it. I was next, and my lash was significant, but probably the lesser of any of the masters.
The backs of her thighs were next, with about the same severity of lash as there was on her ass. Megan has beautiful legs, and whipping her thighs is a pleasurable event. Everybody stood back and watched as I changed Megan’s bondage. I unlocked and lowered the dildo which slipped easily from her very hot and moist pussy. I turned her around to face her tormentors. This time I made her push her pussy out until it was over the waiting dildo. Once I inserted into her soaking wet cunt, and after locking the hinge, she was impaled with her cunt pushed out, waiting for a whip. I reached down and stroked her silky smooth denuded pussy. I slipped a finger inside her cunt, next to the dildo and tickled her clit.. Even though Megan was uncomfortable, waiting to be whipped, her pussy was hot, wet and hot.
Sean was eager. He took a different tack this time. He raise the flogger and brought it sharply down across Megan’s breasts. They lurched and bounced, jiggling back into position. Sean raised the whip again, and brought it sharply down across her pussy and venus mons.. A moaning Megan tried to flinch away from the whip, but she was held there by her impaled whipped pussy. Before she could recovery from Sean’s assault on her cunt, he brought the whip down and across the fronts of her creamy things. Megan was moaning now.
George Watson stepped up, his hard cock bouncing and swaying. He followed McAlpine’s lead. He lashed Megan’s breasts, then her exposed cunt, and then her thighs. I think Megan was about ready to cry, but held back as she watched Chris take the whip. Chris made sure there was no doubt the he could swing a whip. When he was through, Megan was softly sobbing into her penis gag. I was next. I did soften my whip swing. The look in her eyes was one of gratitude, yet with lustful arousal.
I released Megan from the whipping post, and relocated her bondage, locking her wrists behind her back. Her ass, breasts and thighs were showing the effects of the whip. Once again, I got the attention of the gathering.
“Now, Good People, I want to thank you for giving Megan her birthday whipping. Now, is a most significant part of this evening. I have known for sometime that Megan wants me to “collar” her as my slave. Well, for her birthday I am going to do that.
From a drawer in a end table next to me, I produced the burnished steel collar, with my initials in large letters, and Megan’s in lower case letters embossed on the inside of the steel ring. When she saw what I had in my hand, Megan started to weep and came to me, putting head on my shoulder as I hugged her. Had she not been gagged, I think she would have thanked me. I did remove he gag for the next part of this ceremony. After doing so, I kissed her, with her response being a very deep, long, and passionate kiss. She pushed her breasts and cunt hard against me. My erect cock was pressed between our bodies.
I held the collar up for all to see, and spoke to Megan. “Megan, sweet slave, do you consent to be my collared sex slave, to wear my collar as my sex slave, until I remove the collar and set you free? This would mean you are my sex slave, subject to every and any whim I might have. Do you consent to be my collared slave as long as I leave my collar on you?”
Megan stood on her tip toes and kissed me, “Yessir, I swear. I want to be your collared slave!”
I forced the collar open, and then had Megan bend over, bowing her head. I forced the collar around her neck, and then forced it closed. Using a small Allen wrench, I tightened the set screw at the opening, making it impossible to remove the collar with out the wrench. When I ordered the collar, I guessed at the measurements. It was exactly how I wanted it. I have seen collars that were two large, hanging loosely around the slave’s neck. I wanted it to be tighter. This one fit around Megan’s neck, allowing enough clearance to not choke her. It looked custom made for her neck, and her neck alone.
Megan stood up and turned to kiss me. I kissed her and gave her the next order. “Megan, my collared sex slave, my cock aches. To complete your initiation, I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock for all to see.”
Megan looked around the room at the other people watching her, then went to her knees. She kissed the throbbing head of my cock, kissed and licked it several times. She opened her sweet mouth and took my cock in, her sweet hot tongue lashing the head of my cock. The others gathered there crowded around to watch as Megan submitted to me, sucking me to a cum. At one point it seemed Megan was having a problem sucking me. Later I learned she was so emotional about the moment, when she tried to stifle a happy tear, she gagged.
Betsy came to her rescue. Someone had freed her wrists and allowed her to come to Megan’s aid. Betsy was on her knees, pressing her magnificent breasts against my thigh while she grasped my cock at the base and held it for Megan. As Megan sucked, Betsy stroked my cock with her right hand, and her left hand was on my ass, gently rubbing it. Then, to my pleasure, she let her left hand slide down my ass and between my thighs, allowing her to fondle my balls while Megan sucked. I don‘t know about you, but I can stand just so much of that kind of pleasure. I knew my cum was going to erupt very soon.. When I climaxed, it was explosive, making me week in the knees. I was humping Megan’s mouth like a man possessed. Betsy kept stroking my cock and fondling my aching balls. Finally, I was able to regain control of my self, after my climax subsided. Betsy helped Megan suck my cock clean. There were congratulations and applause, Happy Birthday wishes, and comments on her sucking techniques. I kissed Betsy, then I helped Megan to stand and walked her to a couch, and sat down beside her. People were paring off. Some fucking and sucking, while others were tormenting slaves. It was like the old gatherings we had before the group broke up.
“Well, sweet slave, are you happy. You are now a collared slave.”
Megan still had tears in her eyes, “Oh, yes, yes, I am very happy. This has been a perfect birthday. The collar is perfect. Thank you for making my birthday perfect.”
About that time I looked up and George Watson was standing there, his rigid cock in his hand. I could see a clear drop of pre-cum on the tip.
“Jack, if you don‘t mind, I would like to give Megan a birthday greeting that is a little more personal.”
Smiling I turned to Megan, kissing her, said, “You go with George, and obey him. We‘ll talk later”.
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