Jon & Jill

Jon & Jill by JK

Chapter Five

       

       It was Saturday, and Jon had received an invitation to barbeque at a clients house.  This client lived on a rather large ranch in the hill country north of Dallas.  The people who would be at the gathering would be the type that were rather libertine in their thinking, and very sexually aware.  The clients house was large and opulent.  This client had married a young woman of obvious beauty who had been a stripper in a BDSM oriented night club.  Jon did not think the girl was a total sex slave to this client, but certainly they did practice the BDSM arts.  So, based on the information he had, Jon know this party, while not an orgy, would have swingers, BDSM practitioners, and even a couple of porn stars present.  There would be your everyday millionaire and their wives or mistresses attending this gathering.

       Jon told Jill about the invitations.  When she asked him what she should wear, he was rather mysterious, and told her to be ready Saturday morning.  A “costume” designer was coming by the house. About mid morning on Saturday, Jill was in the living room talking with Jon.  She had showered, taken care of her make up and hair.  This morning she was still naked, but he footwear was different.  She was wearing a pair of black cowboy boots with high heels.  Per Jon’s instruction, she was not wearing any ankle, or wrist cuffs and no collar.  The front door bell rang.

       Jon looked at Jill and said, “Answer the door.”

       He made no remark about her nudity, just told her to answer the door.  She did not question him, and walked to the door.  She opened the door, and much to her surprise there stood Antoine.

       “Good morning, Jill.  It’s good to see you again.  We have missed you down at Mistress Joanne’s.”

       Jill blushed, and invited Antoine into the house.  Jon shook hands with Antoine.  It is obvious they knew each other very well.

       “Antoine, I want you to design an outfit for Jill, using body paint, only..  I told you what I want.  Is it doable?”

       Antoine smiled and replied, “Of course.  When do we start?”

       Jon grinned, well let’s go out into the back patio.  There is a lot of room out there, and since there an enclosed area, the wind will not be  problem.”

       Jon motioned for Jill to move to the rear of the house, onto a back veranda, specifically the glass enclosed area.  She still had no idea what Antoine was going to do.  Antoine opened a leather case and started to take out several items, including what appeared to be several air brush painters, several jars of paint, several clothes, and other items she did not recognize.

       Antoine spoke to Jill again.  I need you to stand here, and be very still.  What I am going to do is paint a “blouse” and “shorts” on your body.  Jon tells me that is what you are wearing to your gathering this afternoon.  You will actually be naked as your costume, or outfit will not exist.  It will be painted on  you.  Jill looked at Jon who was standing there, watching and smiling.  She wanted to ask many questions, but decided it might be a little more difficult for Antoine to paint over some whip marks and welt.  She had seen pictures of women with such painting on their bodies, and in fact, for the most part, it was nearly impossible to tell that the clothing was in fact just painted on.

       For the next hour and half, Jill did everything she could to cooperate and assist Antoine.  She had to admit the whole process was somewhat arousing.  The was especially true when he was painting her nipples and pussy.  When he was through, she was allowed to look in a full length mirror.  She was amazed.  Antoine had painted a black blouse on her.  He did paint the blouse to look like it was open at the top showing a lot of cleavage, nearly to her nipples.  There were pockets painted onto the blouse over her nipples.  The ’blouse’ did not come to her waist.  In stead, it left her midriff bar with a simulated knot tying the bottom of the blouse in a knot above her exposed naval.  The “short” shorts painted on her lower half of her body were blue denim.  Since she had no pubic hair, it looked like the shorts covered her pussy and ass, when in reality they were not really covered, like the rest of her body.  Antoine panted small back pockets on the shorts, along with what appeared to be a button fly, which had the top two buttons undone, appearing as it the top of the shorts were open showing her naval and about three inches of smooth bare belly.  The shorts appeared to be hip huggers, and very short with the bottom circle of her ass cheeks exposed. If she were dressed like that, in reality, it would be very sexy.  But, now it appeared as if she were dressed sexily, when in fact she was totally naked.  Her midriff was left bare, her breasts were nearly exposed as was the bottom of her magnificent ass.  She could tell this would be a very interesting afternoon.

       After Antoine left, Jon had another surprise for her.  Around her neck he locked a gold choker type necklace, and matching bracelets.  All three items fit snugly.  Jill wondered why they were locked on.  She knew it something to do with her sexual slavery.

       Jon spoke up, answering her unspoken questions.  “The collar and wrists bracelets are locked on you, and can be locked together.  I can even put a leash on the collar.  To the uneducated, they look like expensive bracelets and necklace.  They are expensive, but they are part of your bondage.”

       Jill and Jon talked about this afternoon, and what was expected.  She probably would not be given to anyone, and in all probability would not be whipped or tortured.  In all likelihood, there would be no sex, however, that could change.  She wanted her to be near him all the times, but, to enjoy herself.  Jill was worried the paint on her body might wear off.  Jon reassured her that it would not.  In fact it was nearly water resistant.  When she got home later that evening, she could cold cream to remove the paint.  Cold cream would remove the paint quite easily.

       Jon opened the door of his Ford pick up and assisted Jill from the truck.  As he helped her down his hand went to her cunt.  It was moist, and Jill knew it.  She hoped her pussy juices would not remove the paint.  Jon kissed her, and offering his arm, they walked into the barbeque.

       The house and it’s grounds were incredible.  The house looked very much like an old anti-bellum southern mansion, obviously located on quite a bit of land.  As Jon and Jill walked toward the house, they saw other invitees arriving.  Jill was very self-conscious.  She knew what she looked like, but felt very naked.  Her breasts were swaying and jiggling as she walked on her very high heel boots.  She noticed that Jon could not keep his eyes off her.  Jill satisfied herself with the reasoning that she was a slave, a sex slave, specifically, Jon Folkkes’ sex slave, and she was doing exactly what Jon wanted.  That was enough logic for her.  She did notice that other females at the gathering were skimpily dressed.

       There were about fifty people at the party.  Jon retrieved two glasses of wine, one for him and the other for her.  The wine tasted good.  Several people, including two couples came around and talked with Jon.  The men seemed fascinated with Jill, while the women seemed to be a bit more hostile.  One man, a Jim Carew, came around to talk to Jon about some future flights.  Later, Jon told Jill that Carew was a former U.S. Attorney, and probably the best defense lawyer in Dallas, or the country, for that matter.

       At one point Jim Carew turned to Jill, and said, “Young lady, I must compliment you on your outfit.  It does become you.  If I am not mistaken, I do believe that your ’clothing’ is painted on you.”

       Jill blushed as Jon answered, “Jim, you are a hound dog.  You know damn good and well Jill is naked.  Let’s put it this way, in language you will understand.  Jill is my sex slave, in every sense of the word.  She is dressed like I want.  I knew you would appreciate it.”

       “Jon, you are exactly right.  She is amazing.  You keep her close, ya hear.  Never know, some hound dog might come along and steal her.”

       Both Jon and Jim laughed, while Jill continued to blush.  Jim Carew shook Jon’s hand, the kissed Jill on the cheek as he left to make some more rounds at this party.  Jill asked Jon if she could go to the ladies room.  Jon gave her permission to go.  Jill went into the mansion, and on instructions from a maid, went to a rather large restroom on the ground floor of the mansion.  She found the rest room was empty.  After relieving herself, she checked in the mirror to make sure her make up was still perfect.

       As Jill stood there looking in the mirror, another woman entered the ladies room.  She was rather pretty, and rather tall.  She had the look of someone very much in charge of her world.  She was in her mid forties, rather stern looking, yet there was something very attractive about her.  The woman was dressed in a pair of white jodhpurs, black riding boots and a black long sleeve shirt.  The woman stopped and looked Jill up and down, then moved closer, still looking at Jill, especially her body.  Jill turned to the woman to discern her curiosity, when the woman spoke.

       “Damn, I knew I was right.  You are naked.  Your clothes are merely paint over your naked body.”

       The woman then reached out with one hand and grasped Jill’s right nipple while her other hand moved quickly between Jill’s legs, grasping her pussy.  A surprised Jill attempted to move back, but the woman held on tight.

       Jill stuttered, “Uh…p…p…please.  That…hurts.”

       Still Jill made no effort to escape the woman’s grasp.  Jill had been Jon’s slave long enough to never refuse an advance on her body.  Normally she would have attempted to step away and flee to Jon.  But she was taken by surprise, and now this woman was holding her by her very tender parts.

       The woman looked at Jill’s collar and wrist cuffs, and replied, “I was right.  You are a slave, a slave to Jon Folkkes.  I don’t know where he got you, but you are magnificent  I recognize that collar and those cuffs.  They are for restraining you.  That’s incredible.”

       Quickly, the woman grasped Jill’s shoulders and turned her about.  Before Jill knew it, the woman had locked her golden wrist cuffs together behind her back.

       “You are just to precious.  I wish I owned you.  I would not have put paint on your body.  I would have made you come to this party naked and in chains.  Come with me, I want to talk to Jon about you.”

       The woman slipped a finger between Jill’s collar and neck, tugging on it she caused Jill to follow her as if Jill was on a leash.  Once outside of the house, this woman removed her hand from Jill’s collar.

       “Now, pretty little slave, I am not going to release your wrists.  They are where they should have been all along.  If you walk beside me, the other guests probably will not figure out that your are naked and your wrists are locked behind you back.  If you give me any trouble, I will put a leash on your collar and take you to Jon as a bound, leashed, and naked slave.”

       Jill answered, “Yes ma’am, I will go with you.”

       “Excellent!  Damn, you are magnificent.”

       Jill walked with the woman to where Jon Folkkes was standing.  Jon recognized the woman, and smiled as she walked to where he was standing.

       “Esther, where have you been!  I didn’t know you were here.  It’s good to see you, again.  I see you have met Jill.”

       Esther Woodhouse replied, “Yes, we have met.  She is magnificent.  Why didn’t you tell me you had a slave.  You know, I must have her.  I’ll pay anything.  Name your poison.  I’ll offer you one million dollars for her, cash.  You have to say yes, Jon.  I must have her.”

       Jon looked at a very surprised and scared Jill.  :“No, Esther, you can’t have her.  She is very much mine, and I can’t imagine selling her.  Yes, she is a slave, a sex slave, but she is my sex slave.”

       “Damn!  I was afraid you would say that.  OK, then lets go into the house, find someplace relatively quiet, and let me experience this creature.  Come on, Jon.  You can’t deny an old woman her last desire.”

       Jon laughed, again, as he hugged a trembling Jill.  “OK, lets go into the house and you can check Jill out, and see what a marvelous slave I have.  By the way, Esther, you are not old, and you are not on your last leg.  Your just horny.”

       Esther Woodhouse turned on her heel, and headed towards the mansion.  Jon and Jill walked with her.  Jill did not know what was happening.  Things were moving entirely too fast.  With her wrists locked behind her back, and Jon leading her to the house, there was not much of a choice.

       As they entered the house, Esther Woodhouse turned to Jon, “They have a pretty complete game room in the basement.  Let’s go down there.”

       Jon and Jill followed Woodhouse down a flight of stairs into what appeared to be an ancient torture room.  The room was complete with whipping posts, a rack, several beds, a wooden “horse”, and other BDSM devices.  There were wrought iron light sconces on the wall.  Woodhouse turn on the lights, and directed Jon and Jill to a well lighted part of the room.

       “Jon, bring her here.  I must see her.  My God, Man, she is incredible.  Someday, very soon, you must let me see her completely naked, not with this paint for clothing.”

       For the next few minutes, Jill stood as still as possible while Ester Woodhouse examined nearly every square inch of Jill’s body.  She slapped her ass, as well as Jill‘s breasts.  She seemed fascinated with slapping her breasts, watching them jiggle, sway and bounce against each other.  Esther ran her finger into Jill’s pussy and proceeded to frig her.  In this erotic atmosphere, Jill was aroused.  When Esther started to finger fuck her, it aroused her even more.  Soon her hips were moving with the cadence of Woodhouse fingers.

       “God, you are a hot one aren’t you.  I cannot imagine the pleasure one could get from you.  Jon, you are a lucky bastard.”

       Esther had her hands to Jill’s breasts again, fondling and slapping them.

       “I suppose you whip these tits, don’t you?”

       Jon, replied, “Of course.  That is one of my favorite pastimes.”

       “Very good”, answer Woodhouse.  “Tits like these demand to be whipped, regularly.  Her ass and cunt should be whipped as well.”

       Esther Woodhouse turned to Jon and asked, “Jon, she is your slave.  I must have just a bit of her.  I am so aroused by her, I am sure I will go insane.  I must have her between my thighs, tending to the ache I feel now.”

       A smiling Jon Folkkes replied, “Sure, Esther.  After all you have done for me, I could not refuse you that.  Jill, I want you kneel between Esther’s thighs, and eat her cunt.  Make her cum like she has never cum before.”

       He gave her breast a squeeze and kissed Jill.  He whispered, “She is correct, you are incredible.” 

       Jill kissed him back, and nodded her head.  Esther Woodhouse must have been very hungry for Jill.  By the time Jon and Jill finished kissing, Esther had removed her boots, and was removing her jodhpurs.  In a moment or two, Woodhouse was sitting on a couch, legs spread, watching as Jill Combs knelt before her and put her lips to the older woman’s pussy. 

       Esther Woodhouse grasped both of Jill’s nipples, pinching them, hard.  “Little slave, I want to feel those pretty lips and that tongue on my pussy.  If you don’t do a good job, these tits of yours are in a lot trouble.“

       Jill gave it her best, and very soon, Esther was humping Jill’s face like a woman possessed of demons.  As her climax washed over her, Woodhouse screamed, calling out the Deity’s name, not once, but several times.  At the end of her climax, Esther was still moving her hips against Jill’s lips. 

       Finally, as Jon helped Jill from the floor, and away from a well sucked Woodhouse pussy, they heard her say, “My God, she is magnificent.”  

  

       Jon had to fly to Calgary, taking several oil company geologists to an exploration site.  This gave Jill an opportunity to talk to her mother about Jon’s proposal.  They had an early lunch at the Lone Star Country Club restaurant.  They were seated in a rather secluded booth in the bar. 

       They talked about the political news, the stock market, the new fall styles, and of course the unemployment picture.  Anne was still very depressed.  She told Jill she was now using her savings to meet every day expenses.  She was not sure what she was going to do.  Jill, speaking low, so no one in the bar could hear her, told Anne of Jon’s proposal.

       Anne was stunned.  She sat in silence, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.  Jill was becoming more uncomfortable by her mother’s silence.  Finally, she couldn’t take the tension, and spoke up.

       “Mother, I am sorry.  I didn’t mean to upset you.  You know how it is.  I am Jon’s sex slave.  He told me to talk to you, letting you know what his offer is.  Please don’t be angry with me.  You were a sex slave once, you know how it is.”

       Anne smiled at her daughter, and reaching across the table grasped Jill’s hand and replied, “Baby, it’s not what you think.  I am not angry with you.  I understand your situation.  I would have done the same thing.  I know you love Jon, and I also know you enjoy being his sex slave.  Look…I am very happy for you.  I think Jon is good for you, and I hope he is a strict master, because I think that is what women like you and I need.  I admit I have looked at Jon, and I think he is a very handsome man.  From what you say, he is a strict, harsh, yet loving master.  I am proud that you have each other, and I would never want to anything to damage that relationship.  I couldn‘t live with myself if I were to create a situation where there was trouble between you two.”

       Anne paused, the continued, “It’s like this.  I am very tempted to accept his offer, it sounds very interesting, and exciting.  I am really worried that my presence would disrupt what you and Jon have.  I don’t want to do that.”

       Jill took her mother’s hand, and kissed it.  “Mother, I don’t think that will be a problem.  Could I tell Jon that you are thinking about it?  Perhaps you could come to the house and talk to him.  That way, if there are any questions, or uncertainties, you and Jon can talk about it.  He did tell me to remind you that if you accept, you would be an abject, naked, bound, naked sex slave like I am.  You would never have any voice in what happens to, and with you.  Like me, you would never be injured, or scarred, but he would torment you, whip you, and subject you to any form of sex he desires.  I know that’s a lot to think about, but he wanted me to tell you that, so you would know what is expected.  Will you at least talk to him?”

       Anne asked, “Does he keep you tied up a lot?”

       Jill thought, then replied, “Yes, but it varies.  There are days when he has a lot of time, and yes, I am tied up a lot, in different positions.  Some bondage is when he makes love to me, and other times, it’s like he ties me up so he can look at me when I am helpless, tightly tied in some revealing or stressful position..”

       Anne smiled, rather dreamily, “I remember when your father tied me.  I can remember whole weekends when I was bound all of the time.  I was his prisoner.  Other things went on, but bondage was an important thing.”  Anne paused, “I really liked it when he tied me, the tighter the better.”

       Jill giggled, “Omigod, I am like you!  The tighter, the more rigid he binds me, the hotter I get.  Yes, I have experienced times when I was bound and tormented for several days in a row.  It was hard, but I loved it.  

       Jill paused, then returned to the subject at had, “So, are you going to talk to Jon, or do you just want to forget about it?

       Anne squeezed Jill’s hand, and answered, “Yes, I will talk to him.  Find out when it would be convenient, and I will talk to him.  I am not promising anything, but, I will talk with him,  In the meantime, I have a lot to think about.”

       Both women were happy, and lunch was a happy affair.  Later when Jill talked with Jon, it was decided that next Sunday afternoon would be perfect.  In fact, whether or not Anne accepted Jon’s offer, she would treated to dinner at the Folkkes house.

       As planned, Anne arrived at Jon Folkkes home at about three Sunday afternoon.  She liked his place.  With the acreage and the thick growth of trees, the privacy was wonderful.  She walked up the brick sidewalk to the front door.  Anne decided to look good, dressing for the occasion.  She was wearing a gray two piece business suit, jacket and matching short skirt.  A black silk blouse was worn under the jacket.  Her dark gray stockings and black leather high heel shoes completed her outfit.  She wanted to be in the mood for this occasion, so she did not wear any underwear of any type.  Her thigh high stockings were held in place with lace covered elastic in the tops of the stockings..  Her soft brown hair flowed down her back, making her peaches and cream skin look even more desirable.

       Anne rang the door bell and waited.  As she was about to ring the bell again, the front door opened.  There stood Jon Folkes, dressed in his usual Texas attire, open neck dress shirt, Wrangler boot cut jeans, a brown leather belt with a Navajo silver and turquoise belt buckle and a brown pair of Nocona western boots.  She had to admit he was one ruggedly handsome man.

       “Anne”, greeted Jon.  “Please, come in.  We are expecting you.”

       Anne walked into Jon’s house.  She was impressed.  It was well kept and nicely furnished.  She was sure her daughter was the house keeper.  That is what slaves do.

       “Please, lets go into the living room”, he invited.

       Anne accepted his invitation and walked into the living room, with Jon following her.  He remembered Anne to be a very pretty woman, but as he looked at her face, and now her ass and awesome legs, he was convinced he had made the right decision.  Also, there was another factor.  Many a man has fantasized about having sex with a woman and her daughter, together.  The thought of having both as a sex slave was an incredible thought.

       As Anne walked into the living room, she wandered about Jill.  Where was she, and was she going to be displayed as a slave, a sex slave.  Her question was quickly answered.  As she walked into the living room, there was Jill.  She was standing next to a rather large, yet small two seat couch.  Jill was naked, and gagged by what appeared to be a penis gag.  She was wearing black patent leather high heel pumps  It appeared as if her wrists were bound or cuffed behind her back, but being held above her waist by a strap connected to her bound wrists and running up to, and connected to back of her collar.  Anne thought she could see evidence of faint whip marks on Jill’s breasts and the fronts of her thighs.  Nothing to be concerned about, but the evidence seemed to be there.

       Jon broke the silence, “Jill, come, hug your mother.  She has come to see us.  Er…uh…Anne, if you would please, Jill seems to be unable to hug you.  Would you manage that for the both of you.”

       Anne chuckled silently, and walked over to Jill, hugging her and kissing her cheek, just above the strap holding the penis gag in her daughters mouth.  She gently touched the gag with her delicate fingers, and said,  “It’s good to see you,  Baby.  You look so beautiful.”

       Jon spoke, “Anne won’t you have a seat, here in this chair.”

       Anne sat in another large easy chair, facing the small couch where Jill was standing.

       “Jill, why don’t you sit down too, while I pour us some wine.  Anne, is Pinot Gregio OK?

       Anne replied, “Yes, sure.  That’s fine.  I sure like your home, and the privacy you have.  I like what you have done with it.”

       Jon smiled, “Yeah, I looked a long time before I found this land.  I wanted privacy.  My business world is pretty hectic, so I wanted a place to relax.  I built the house to my tastes.  Jill tells me she likes it, too.”

       The wine was poured, Anne and Jon were sipping from their glasses.  Jill was kneeling in front of Jon’s couch, within easy touching distance.  Jon was fondling her raised breasts.  He kissed Jill on her gagged mouth.  He turned back to Anne, and spoke to her.

       “You might think I am being rather rude by displaying Jill in this manner and enjoying the touching of her body.  It is nothing more than our life style.  Jill has told me she had explained our life style to you, in depth.  Jill is the joy of my life, and she is my sex slave. When we are in private, like now, I required her to always be naked and wearing high heels shoes.  I see no reason to not enjoy Jill when you are here.”

       Anne replied, “No, I will not be critical of you, and what you two have.  I am happy for Jill.  I think she is very beautiful like this.  Some wise sage once said that a sex slave should be kept naked and bound, with a whip close at hand.  I think she needs someone like you.  I think your lifestyle is exciting, and if it works for you two, then who am I to ask questions.  I know she enjoys being your sex slave.  Not only that, I think she is quite smitten by you.  I think you are good for each other.”

       Jon moved his hand down to Jill’s pussy and spoke to Anne as he rummaged through that wonderful facility, his fingers slowing finger fucking her.  “Jill tells me you are thinking about joining our life style and our family.”

       Before Anne could answer him, Jon raised his hand from Jill’s cunt and slapped her there, quite crisply.  Jill did flinch slightly from the painful slap.  Jon slapped her cunt again, then went back to fucking it and toying with her clitoris.  Jill had closed her eyes and was enjoying Jon’s hand and fingers.

       Anne was watching Jon, and the affect it was having on Jill. Anne’s breasts, and nipples were beginning to tingle and her pussy was becoming moist and was developing that old familiar wanton ache of a cunt needing a cock, even a whip.  The air was filled with sexual tension.

       “Well, Jill knows what a financial mess I am in.  She tells me you are willing to offer ‘assistance‘.”

       Jon replied, “No, I am not offering assistance, or some type of welfare.  You see my lifestyle, and how I live.  What I am offering you is a chance to be a complete, submissive, abject, bound, naked sex slave, just like you precious daughter.  You would be treated as harshly as I treat her, with certain rewards.  You will live here with Jill and I, as my sex slave.  I will pay off your current bills.  I would be the fortunate man who has two beautiful sex slaves at my beck and call.  I would provide for you, and you would have a comfortable allowance.  If you leave of your own accord within a year, then you will receive nothing.  If I send you away, or if you stay with me for that year, then I will give you a $50,000 bonus.  Of course, if things work out like I want, then I would expect you to be here for a very long time, living the life of a beautiful sex slave with your daughter.  So…, I suppose the next question is, ‘what say you?”

       Jon’s fingers were still working on Jill’s pussy.  She was beginning to tremble with erotic excitement as she could feel a climax hovering.  Jon recognized the symptoms and promptly slapped Jill’s cunt, twice.

       “Slave!” he addressed Jill as he slapped her pussy again..  “Don’t you dare have a climax until I tell you so.  Do you understand?”

       A trembling gagged Jill nodded her head.  Her breathing was coming hard and ragged behind her gag and she was still trembling with sexual arousal.

       Jon turned back to Anne, and said, “I’m sorry for the interruption.  I had an errant slave to deal with.  I believe I asked you a question.”

       Anne’s libido was boiling because of what she had just witnessed.  Still, she wanted to answer Jon’s questions.  “I understand my slavery would be complete.  I would never have any choice of what happens to me, or what you do to me.  Jill says that I may even be given, or loaned to another master who will have the same rights you have over me and my body.”

       “Jill is right, and she tells the truth.  It would be a complete sexual slavery.  Anything less would be a sham and not worthy of either of us.  We are not playing a game.  This is for real.  I will be in complete control of you and your body.  If you ever hesitate, or refuse to do what you are told, about anything, you will be tortured and punished severely until you submit and do what you have been told.  The same would be true of anyone I give you to.  The word ‘no‘ is no longer in your lexicon.  That is pretty harsh, but that is the way it has to be.  These are the rules Jill lives by, and those rules would apply to you.”

       Again, Anne voiced her main concern.  “I am glad Jill has you to be her master.  I love seeing her like this.  I would not want to be an impediment to that relationship.  I would not want to become a problem for you, and especially for my daughter.  She is so happy, and I would not want to ruin that.”

       Jon smiled, “Anne, I am in love with your daughter.  I don’t know where life is going to take her and I, but I want to be with her, to have her as my companion and sex slave forever.  I will make sure nothing comes between us.  That doesn’t mean there is no place for you as a sex slave in my household.”

       Anne was thoughtful silent, then replied to him, “Jon Folkkes…, I… guess… you have another sex slave.  I will surrender and submit to you.”

       Jill looked up sharply, still awash in sexual heat.  It was hard to tell, but she was smiling behind her gag.  Jon looked very pleased as he sat there looking at Anne, and fondling Jill’s breasts, teasing and twisting her nipples.  His hand moved back down to her pussy.

       “Anne stand up”, he ordered.

       Anne did as ordered.  Now that she had made the decision and was committed to it, she was like her daughter, Jill.  She was very aroused.

       “Take off your jacket”, was her next order.

       Anne unbuttoned her suit jacket and let it slip from her shoulders.  She folded it and put it on the back of her chair.  On Jon orders she turned about so he could see her.

       “Blouse, remove it.”

       With no hesitation, she did as ordered.  She unbuttoned the black silk blouse, and let it slide from her shoulders.  Immediately her breasts were bared.  Anne was incredible.  Now, Jon knew where Jill got her magnificent tits.  Anne’s breasts were slightly larger, a little more lush, yet were equally beautiful.  They appeared to be somewhat fuller and swayed deliciously as she moved about.  It was then he knew Anne wanted to be his sex slave.  She had dressed for the part, coming to his house knowing he would probably make her strip..  His cock was painfully rigid in his trousers.

       “Skirt, get rid of it.”  He waited with bated breath.  He wondered if the rest of her looked as good as her tits and face.  She did.  In fact, her cunt was devoid of pubic hair like Jill’s.  Her thighs needed the whip and her ass was magnificent..  Like mother, like daughter, she was beautiful, with the benefits of a little maturity.  Jon knew he was looking forward to years of incredible sexual enjoyment..  Anne turned about again so Jon could get a full look at her.  He was so involved with looking at Anne, and being excited about her being his sex slave, he forgot that he was frigging Jill’s pussy.  Poor Jill was becoming more and more aroused with Jon’s manipulations of her pussy.  Finally, as Jon was watching Anne remove her skirt and turning about so he could get a good look at her, the hovering climax crashed in on Jill.  Her body was shaking, she was humping Jon’s hand and she was moaning behind her penis gag.  Jon realized what was happening, so he kept frigging her cunt.  Anne watched as her beautiful daughter succumbed to an involuntary climax.  It was a beautiful thing to watch.  Jill collapsed to the floor.  Her hips were still moving, humping, as if making love to an invisible lover.  Jon picked Jill up and sat her on the couch.

       He turned to Anne, handing her a pair of police steel handcuffs, “Here, put these on, behind your back.  Make them tight,”

       Anne did as asked, and she did make them tight.  Her breasts were rising and falling with her rapid breath, which had picked up rhythm.  With her wrists locked behind her back, her breasts seemed larger, on display.  She wondered what Jon was going to do next.  She only knew she was now naked and helpless, and she loved it that way.  She kept turning about, displaying herself to Jon as he stood, and undressed.

       “Now, I want you to walk around the room.  I want to see you, and be sure you stick those tits out.”

       Anne looked down at Jill, who was now sitting up watching the ceremony.  She had recovered from her climax, yet was aroused watching the interaction between her mother and Jon.  When Anne had walked around the room, she came back and stood in front of a very naked Jon Folkkes, who was now holding a crop.  The naked Jon Folkkes was better looking than the clothed one.  She was impressed with his rigid cock.  She wondered what it would feel like in her, or the taste and feel of it in her mouth.  Anne bit her lip as she anticipated Jon’s next move.

       His rigid cock, throbbing and aching, was a message on how much Jon liked what he saw.  Walking around Anne, he touched, patted, pinched and squeezed the various interesting points of her body.  Taking his crop in his right hand, he used it to swat the right cheek of her ass.  Anne had anticipated this.  Quickly, he swatted the left check of her ass.  Jon kept walking around Anne, using the crop on her breasts, belly, the fronts and backs of her thighs.  Nothing serious, just enough to get her attention.  Her sweet pussy got its share of torment.  He ran his finger into Anne’s cunt and found she was literally boiling.

       “You are hot.  Aroused, aren’t you”, he asked

       Anne stuttered as she replied, Yes…s…sir.  V…very…much so.”

       Jon retorted, “Why?”

       Anne was nearly at a loss for words, when she said breathlessly.  “I guess I am excited to be your slave.”

       He grasped her breast, and squeezing it he leaned in and kissed her.  Her kiss was a good one, one with which he could feel her arousal.  He slapped her breasts.  They bounced and jiggled, finally swaying delightfully.  As he kissed Anne, she could feel his turgid cock touching her hip.  Oh, how she wanted that cock.

       “Slave, anytime I kiss you, or you kiss anyone who has control of you, it will be a very passionate kiss.  I heard it described as a ‘catch me fuck me kiss.”  Do you understand?’

       Anne turned to Jon and kissed him just as he described.  Jon’s cock throbbed with the pleasure of her kiss.

       Jon sat back down, after he had put Jill back on her knees beside his couch.  He also released Jill’s wrists from behind her back and removed the gag from her mouth..  Next, Jon had Anne walk up to him between his open thighs.

       “Jill, I want you to grasp my cock.  I want you to stroke it while I am busy with Anne.  Ann, come here.  Bend over and offer me your tits for inspection.”

       Jon sat there, while Jill stroked and massaged his cock, and Anne bent over, hanging her breasts in front of his face.  He toyed with Anne’s nipples, the massaged and worked her breasts.  They were much more delicious than he could have imagined.  There were pink splotches on Anne’s breast where the crop had visited them.  His cock throbbed painfully as Jill stroked it.  He then gave Anne’s breasts a few hearty slaps, watching them sway and jiggle under this new assault.  After a few moments of this pleasure, he told Anne to stand up, moved closer and push out her pelvis, pushing her cunt closer to him.  He rummaged through her cunt, touching it, finger fucking it, teasing her clit, and to his delight, her pussy was hot, a cauldron of female juices.  Like her daughter, Anne was a sexual treasure.  He slapped her cunt about four times, then ordered to show him her ass.  Like that of her daughter, Anne’s ass was a work of art.  He could imagine fresh whip marks across this ass, and the backs of her fabulous thighs.

       Jon’s mind wanted to fuck Anne, and his cock demanded to fuck Anne.  He told Jill to assist in this endeavor.

       “Anne, I want you to climb up on the couch, straddling my legs, and keep moving until your cunt is over my cock.  Jill help your mother.”

       Jill did help Anne keep her balance.  Even with her wrists cuffed behind her back, Anne managed to do as Jon asked.  Soon. She was kneeling on the couch, her legs spread as she straddled Jon’s thighs, and his fully erect cock head touching the lips of her pussy.  Jill grasped the shaft of his cock and helped it slide into her mother’s pussy.  Anne could feel his cock fill her as she lowered herself down onto it..  It was wonderful, so much so she nearly swooned.  John slapped her breasts again, making her start moving on him and fucking him.  Anne did as she was ordered..  She wanted to fuck Jon Folkkes, and she did so.  It did not take long, however.  Anne had not been this aroused since her husband passed away.  She was out of control.  In a matter of two or three minutes she could feel her climax coming on.  It was like a sexual tidal wave.  If Jon and not been holding on to her breasts and Jill behind her, supporting her, Anne would have fallen off Jon.  She had totally lost control.  After what seemed and eternity, Anne collapsed onto Jon’s chest.  She lay there for the longest time, with Jon stroking her thighs and ass, his cock still buried in her cunt.  At long last, she raised her head and kissed Jon, with passion.  Tears of joy were running down her pretty cheeks and splashing on her breasts.

       Anne whispered, “Thank you, Master, thank you.’

       Jon looked up at Anne, kissed her and said, “Anne, I want you on your knees, between my thighs.  Move down to my cock.  Jill, you mother is cuffed, so I want you to hold my cock while she sucks it.  Anne, you know what to do.”

       And, that she did.  She raised herself from Jon’s cock, suddenly missing the wonderful feeling of it being deep in her cunt.  With Jill’s help, she moved down to a kneeling position between Jon’s thighs.  Anne kissed the throbbing head of his cock, still wet with her juices.  She kept licking it, then slipped her mouth over the heated head, her tongue lashing it.  As she was doing this, Jill was holding, and stroking his cock..  She was no stranger to the taste of her own juices, and tasting them on Jon’s cock was very special.  He looked down at the two beauties, a mother and a daughter.  It was almost more than he could wrap his head around.  This was pure fantasy stuff, yet here they were, his sex slaves.  A beautiful mother and daughter, teaming up to be his sex slaves

       Anne was worrying Jon’s cock like a terrier dog.  She was licking, sucking and moving her mouth about his cock.  She knew her art, and was wanting to show Jon what she could do.  Jon held out as long as he could, but it was just too much for him to endure.  His libido was on overload.  Jill sensed he was about to cum and started to use a more quickened stroke on the shaft of Jon’s cock.  With a deep groan from deep down in his chest, Jon Folkkes began to cum.  It was monstrous, perhaps the strongest cum he had ever had.  Jill was hanging on to his cock as he was humping Anne’s face.  Anne, to her credit sucked hard, taking all of his issue.  Jill held his cock, making sure her mother got a full measure of his erection and ejaculation.  Finally, as Jon was coming back to earth when he heard Jill say something to Anne.

       “Mother, keep Jon’s cock in your mouth.  He prefers you to keep sucking until his cock is empty, and clean.  When it goes down, you can let it slip from you mouth,” was Jill’s instructions to Anne.

       A smiling, and sated Jon Folkkes put his hand on Jill’s head, stroking her soft silky hair.  When she looked up at him, he silently mouthed the words, ’I love you’.  Then he kissed Jill, and kissed her again, while her mother was still sucking his cock clean.