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Subject: {ASSM} Trained Slut - part III - New author - looking for reactions
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DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR OFFENDED BY ADULT MATERIAL

I have two females in my immediate family, one of which has intrigued me for
years due to her nature. My adult stepdaughter Emily, is one of these women,
my wife is the other. My wife doesn't intrigue me. She is as predictable as
they come, as conservative as its possible to be. Quite by accident one day,
I had an opportunity to get my stepdaughter practically naked and from then
on, I've possessed a certain fixation for her that still surprises me today.

As fantasy for me is just as fulfilling as reality and sometimes more so,
there's never been a need to attempt a seduction, but some of the things
she's innocently revealed about herself in real life have fuelled a
wonderful fantasy life for me. I will always be thankful to her for that.
I'm also thankful for the extensive video collection I've amassed with her
unwitting participation due to the spy-cam I installed in my bathroom.
Simply put, more fuel for fantasy.

For years I've read pornographic literature, sometimes preferring it to
visual media and now I'm finding that it's just as much fun to write as it
is to read. When I was in grade school, the first lesson in creative writing
was to base fiction on fact, so almost unavoidably, Emily has become the
focus of my first fiction.

It would be wonderful to receive feedback on my work and I would especially
be interested to hear from anyone who is in a position similar to my own. I
can imagine many males in similar situations, but I admit I find it hard to
conceive of a female that has an urge to read or write anything as off the
wall as what follows. Maybe 7 years is too long to be married to a
conservative spouse? If you decide to take the time to respond, I would be
grateful to know whether I'm reading an email from a male or a female.
Contact me at: Crikey_2004@hotmail.com

Anyway, without further adieu, the story...





Trained Slut - Part III


Dave unshackled the females, told them to get cleaned up and then go wake up 
Bob as nicely as they could. Emily hurried into the house to do as she had 
been told, then when she didn't hear her mom right behind her, she turned 
around. Bob's wife was on the doorstep, looking like she was about to work 
up the nerve to speak to Dave. Emily knew that bothering Dave first thing in 
the morning would be a mistake. She was momentarily caught between her 
ingrained urge to hurt her mom, which would be the outcome of allowing her 
to open a conversation with him and her new training that was aimed at 
making her subservient to everyone. Her training won out. She returned, 
grabbed her mom's hand and pulled her into the house. They went to the 
bathroom and after Emily had removed the collar and shoes, they showered 
together, each lathering up the other and rinsing them off, both of them 
becoming particularly aroused at the other's ministrations.


Ceiess wanted Emily to make her cum but Emily, who had been in training a 
little longer than her mother, knew from experience better than to attempt 
to sneak an orgasm past their master. Emily's denial frustrated Ceiess a 
little and she was tempted to actually masturbate herself anyway, a first 
for the woman who had previously considered anything sexual to be related to 
keeping her husband happy and monogamous. That thought made Ceiess smile a 
little at the irony of the situation. She was horny, she wanted to cum, and 
they were shortly going to wake her husband as 'nicely' as possible, which 
meant making him cum. Both her daughter and her were going to do it, two 
women on one guy. One guy who was her husband, the man she had only ever 
satisfied to keep him monogamous, not to give herself any particular 
personal pleasure. Now, it was still her duty to perform for her husband, 
but she was being ordered to do it despite any feelings she may have about 
the matter and she was going to not only allow her own daughter to help, but 
encourage her to make it good for him. On top of that, she was going to try 
as hard as she could to cum herself too!


Emily got the enema kit out of the cabinet under the sink and filled it with 
warm, soapy water. After hanging the bottle on the shower rail, she 
stretched out the hose and while perched on the edge of the toilet right 
there in front of her mom, she inserted the nozzle into her own ass with as 
much concern for her privacy as she'd have brushing her teeth. For some 
reason, this simple act turned Ceiess on even more and it was even harder to 
keep herself from touching her sex as she watched the bloated bottle empty 
its contents into Emily. Once the bottle was empty and Emily had 2 quarts of 
the soapy water held inside her, she massaged her tummy to assuage the 
cramps that were beginning to grip her. Ceiess took her time brushing her 
hair while watching Emily in the mirror. After holding the fluid inside her 
for a few minutes, she released it into the toilet, making a lot of noise in 
the process. Emily wiped herself, flushed then offered the enema to her mom, 
who declined. Ceiess wasn't yet ready to do that in front of her own 
daughter, even after all the things the pair of them had done together 
already. As soon as Emily had her stilettos buckled on, Ceiess took the lead 
to her bedroom, where she knew her husband would be waiting.


They found Bob lying on top of the covers, still dressed, snoring lightly. 
Emily carefully unzipped his pants and folded them back off his groin, then 
carefully extracted his cock from his under shorts. She waited until Ceiess 
was at the head of the bed next to him and when Ceiess's lips were just 
about touching his, she dropped her own head to the knob of his cock, 
slipping it into her mouth and making a contented humming sound. Ceiess 
kissed her husbands lips, then cheeks, forehead and neck, before returning 
to his lips.


She worked her tongue between his barely parted lips and rubbed it over his 
teeth, seeking entrance to his mouth as she kissed him. By the time Bob was 
fully conscious, he had a raging hard on and Emily was working as much of 
the length of him as she could into her mouth. Ceiess saw that he was awake 
and felt him responding to both her kisses and Emily's ministrations, so she 
lifted her lips off his mouth, to ask if he would please ride her pussy and 
make her cum. Bob thought this was a good idea, so, after telling her he 
loved her, in a still sleepy voice, he suggested she climb aboard.


Ceiess didn't need to be told twice and was quickly straddling him. Emily 
went right on licking any exposed cock-shaft or pussy as Ceiess fucked her 
husband. The pair of them came at about the same time, Bob verbally 
expressing the intensity of the orgasm he was having, Ceiess just 
shuddering, her tits bouncing around furiously, her pussy clutching at his 
cock in what she considered a death grip. Ceiess would have been content to 
stay where she was and attempt to get him hard again, but he twisted, 
effectively dislodging her and making her slide off his spent manhood with a 
little farting noise as he popped free of her.


With Ceiess now lying next to him, he called Emily up the bed and kissed her 
passionately on the lips, his tongue tasting his wife's pussy as he used it 
to explore his daughter's mouth. When he was finished, he told her he loved 
her too and especially loved the way she sucked cock. Emily thanked him and 
told him that Dave was up already and she was going to see if there was 
anything more he needed. Dave watched her go, her peach shaped ass swinging 
and her tits bouncing slightly as she walked out of the room, naked but for 
her heels. Dave looked over to see Ceiess already asleep next to him. 
Leaving her asleep on the bed, Bob carefully got to his feet and went to the 
bathroom. After relieving himself, he zipped up and went looking for Dave. 
Dave wasn't hard to find. All Bob had to do was follow the sounds he could 
hear.


When he got to the living room, he found Emily over Dave's knee, getting a 
thorough spanking. Emily was counting each and between sobs, asking for 
another. So far, the count was at 32 and both cheeks were strawberry red. 
When Dave got to 50, he stopped, pushed Emily off his lap, where she 
crumpled to the floor crying. She was on the floor for about 2 or 3 seconds 
before she painfully pulled herself into her ready position. Dave asked her 
what she'd learned and she quickly responded that she wouldn't forget her 
collar again in future. Only then did Bob notice that it was missing from 
around her neck. Dave conversationally said to Bob that the stupid slut on 
the floor would be no good helping to train Ceiess if she couldn't even get 
her own shit right.


Then Dave noticed Ceiess was not with Bob and asked where he'd left her. Bob 
admitted that she'd fallen asleep and that he'd left her in the bed. The 
look on Dave's face showed that he was not pleased. Since Bob was ultimately 
in charge of his own wife, Dave knew that all he could do would be to talk 
to Bob in private about Bob's new responsibilities, so he told Emily to get 
her sloppy cunt into the kitchen and make breakfast, adding that Bob and he 
would be outside in the yard when it was ready.


Emily hurried to obey and Bob and Dave watched as her cute ass disappeared 
through the door. Dave mumbled something about what a nice ass she had, even 
if she was a stupid slut, not even asking what he wanted to eat. He added 
that maybe she just liked getting in trouble so she could get punished for 
it later. He shook his head, dismissing these thoughts for now, then led the 
way out the back to talk with Bob.


For the next few minutes, he impressed upon Bob the need to change his 
attitude towards his wife. He admitted that Ceiess was a natural submissive 
and had embraced her slavery so quickly that even he was surprised. So far 
he'd done practically nothing to train her as she'd done it herself. He 
suggested that maybe Bob could look for things that Ceiess wasn't doing, 
doing right or doing well enough, so that she could be disciplined for them. 
He told Bob straight out that Bob was just as obligated as his wife had made 
herself to this new lifestyle and that if Bob were not hard enough on her, 
she'd quickly become difficult for him to handle and begin to look for a 
firm hand from someone else.


He told Bob that he would discipline Ceiess for him that morning for not 
looking for a number of things. Firstly, she did not ask for further 
instruction after waking Bob up, then she fell asleep in her master's bed 
without permission, since her master was exactly what Bob was now. Finally, 
she be punished for not helping with breakfast as the good slut, Emily, was 
doing, even though she'd be in trouble for not doing it right. Bob nodded 
his understanding and squared his shoulders, intent on fully taking his best 
friend's advice, since everything else Dave had said had turned out so true.


Thinking about Emily as a good slut got Bob to thinking about his wife and 
how Emily was a much better fuck than Ceiess, since Emily's pussy clutched 
him so much tighter than his wife's. An idea popped into Dave's head at that 
point and he asked Dave to follow him to the garage, where he kept his 
exercise equipment. Explaining what he had in mind, Bob showed him the 
exercise bike and weight bench. Dave nodded his agreement with a smile, 
thinking how much more confidence he felt in his buddy already. After 
repositioning the equipment where they needed it and preparing a few other 
necessities, they returned to the yard to wait for breakfast.


After a few minutes of idle chat, Dave suggested he'd enjoy watching Emily 
work in the kitchen and asked what Bob planned to do about his sleeping 
wife. Bob already knew what he was going to do, although he was a little 
concerned that he'd be able to go through with it. Steeling himself, he told 
Dave he'd know soon enough and with a grin, Dave followed him back into the 
house.


Dave was watching Emily fry the bacon and as it hissed and splattered, Emily 
would jump back, too late feeling the tiny beads of boiling oil scorch her 
naked breasts. This Dave enjoyed the most, although just watching her was 
pleasurable enough, as evidenced by the growing lump in his pants. When he 
heard the screech coming from Ceiess on the other side of the house, he knew 
that Bob had awoken his wife, as he'd set out to do. In the bedroom, Bob had 
reached into the closet and had taken out a heavy, leather belt he wore with 
his work jeans. He'd carefully pulled the covers away from Ceiess, where she'd 
managed to get caught up in them a little, so that she was lying naked, half 
twisted on her side, one thigh calling out to him yet a better couple of 
targets laid out begging to feel the strap. Those lovely big, gelatin-like 
orbs felt the first kiss of the whip, the leather managing to score a hit 
with both nipples simultaneously. Her back arched as if offering itself to 
another stroke, her eyes flew open and a moment later, and a piercing scream 
erupted from the mouth that had been serene a heartbeat before. Raising his 
hand for a second stroke, Bob hollered at her over her scream that she'd 
better get her sorry excuse for a cunt to the dining room.


She was moving before his words even registered, showing him a nice pair of 
thighs as she did so. The second stroke, having more of a horizontal arc, 
bit her even harder; so high up on her thighs that it was almost her ass, 
and in one spot actually ever so slightly breaking the skin. Ceiess lost 
bladder control as she made her escape into the safety of the hallway and 
ran towards the kitchen, a mass of muddy-blonde hair, bouncing boobs and a 
trail of urine on the wooden floor.


Bob walked as casually as he could back to the kitchen, trying to minimize 
the excited trembling of his hands. He was awed at just how good that had 
felt and surprised to discover no guilt or remorse after what he'd just done 
to his own wife. In the kitchen, Ceiess knelt on the floor, hands behind her 
head and her knees widely spread to fully display her slippery-looking 
genitalia. There was a horrific looking red mark right across her chest and 
Bob knew that if he looked, there'd be another on her thighs.


Dragging his eyes off her engorged nipples and attempting to ignore her 
highly aroused odor, he looked across the room to Dave and said to him as 
though they hadn't just talked about it minutes earlier that there was at 
least one whore that was in for some punishment. Dave responded that Emily 
had just about finished making the bacon and eggs, even though he had wanted 
cereal, so if he wanted to wait until they'd finished eating, the two could 
be punished together. Emily gasped, realizing she'd made another mistake and 
fell at Dave's feet, begging for forgiveness. Dave barked at Emily to finish 
what she was doing, adding that she'd just added to her punishment for 
abandoning her task.


The females sat in their ready position and watched Dave and Bob eat. They 
hadn't eaten at all the night before, unless the used carrot they had shared 
after it had been pulled from Ceiess's ass could be considered food. Both 
were practically drooling at the sight of the two men woofing down most of 
their food, although they purposefully left a few scraps on each of their 
plates. Dave said to Bob that if his bitch learned her coming lesson he'd 
let her finish his breakfast and Bob agreed that he'd do the same for 
Ceiess.


Dave got up from the table and, heading towards the side door, ordered Emily 
to heel. Instead of getting to her feet, the terrified young woman crawled 
after her master. Bob said the same thing to Ceiess and she followed her 
daughter's example, crawling after her husband as the quartet made their way 
to the garage.


It took about 10 minutes for the men to prepare their females for the 
punishments that Bob had dreamed up. Ceiess stood on tiptoes on top and 
balanced at the very edge of the weight bench. She was on tiptoes in an 
effort to lessen the pull of the wires that connected her nipples to the 
ceiling via the leads of an old battery charger, its battery clips biting 
viciously into her nipples. She was at the edge, because Bob had planned 
more torments for her. Between her spread legs, the handle of a 16-pound 
sledge pointed at her hairy pussy. Her hands were tied tightly behind her 
back, her elbows almost touching each other. Emily sat on a reciprocating 
cycle that, as the user turned the pedals, the seat would usually slide 
forwards and backwards, slightly up and down. The difference was that Emily 
sat on the bike without a seat. The inch and a quarter round seat post had 
been lubricated and now resided deep between the cheeks of her ass, poking 
about into her about 7 inches. Although smaller than either Dave or Bob's 
equipment, the cold metal would make it's presence known, pulling her crotch 
forward and backward, up and down as she pedaled. On top of that, Bob had 
attached a 3-pound dumbbell to each nipple, causing them to stretch 
obscenely which put Emily in immediate and obvious pain. Bob fully expected 
her pain to increase tenfold when she began pedaling as quickly as Dave was 
going to force her to.


Bob addressed his wife but ensured Emily could hear him, because he'd 
decided that her punishment would end when his wife's did. He told them that 
he and Dave were going to use the long bungee cords they had in their hands 
to whip the females as they did their exercises. He looked directly at 
Ceiess as he explained her exercise. This would be an exercise in muscle 
control for her worn out cunt, he told her. The aim was to hold the handle 
of the sledgehammer in her pussy for five minutes while he whipped her back, 
ass and thighs. If the sledge dropped out of her overstretched pussy, he'd 
put it back in, continue the timer and begin on her front. If she dropped it 
a second time, both he and Dave would whip her simultaneously, front and 
back after shoving the handle 12 inches into her ass. He added that if she 
lost her balance and fell, he was confident her nipples would leave her tits 
and stay in the steel jaws they were in now.


Bob let Dave have the honor of loading Ceiess's pussy with the heavy sledge 
and heard Dave chuckle then comment at how wet the dirty little cumslut was. 
He reminded her that she was going to get her tits and pussy whipped if she 
couldn't either dry up or clamp the handle tighter than she'd clamped his 
cock the previous day. In response to this, Ceiess's heels almost touched 
the bench, pulling her nipples even further from her stretched tit-meat as 
she climaxed at the prospect. Deciding to keep the game fair, Dave waited 
until Ceiess had stopped trembling and had regained her tiptoes before 
letting go of the sledge handle himself. Ceiess grunted as she felt the full 
weight of the tool, the handle slipping half an inch out of her again before 
she could clench her vagina tightly enough to stop it's descent. Dave picked 
up his bungee cord and Bob started the countdown timer on his wristwatch. 
Ceiess was good about the first strip of the home made whip, making no sound 
at all as it landed on her back. By the fifteenth stroke however, Bob was 
thanking his lucky stars that the garage had been soundproofed a few years 
ago so he could work on his car in the middle of the night without 
disturbing the neighbors. At that time, using this space as a place to 
torture and whip his wife and daughter had never entered his mind. Ceiess 
was gritting her teeth between screams and still holding the sledge inside 
her, but only just, judging by the 5 or so inches of juice on the exposed 
handle, evidence of it's downward journey.


Ceiess didn't even know if she was conscious any more. She'd already cum 
twice, both times managing to hold her pussy tight around the wooden 
invader. She thought she'd gone crazy when the pain in her back and pussy 
began to feel like pleasure, exciting her more and more as she received the 
full benefit of an endorphin rush. She began jabbering for more, more, 
telling them to whip her tits and pussy anyway, as her cramping pussy 
allowed the handle to slide another quarter inch before she could grip it 
hard enough again. Her heels were firmly planted on the weight bench now and 
she was even leaning back into each stroke of the whip, causing herself 
additional pain from both sides of her body. Bob couldn't believe it when 
the alarm on his wrist went off, signaling that 5 minutes were up.


Bob carefully removed the nipple clamps from Ceiess before he was able to 
make her understand that she could allow the handle to slip from her pussy. 
With an audible pop, the handle came free, causing yet another climax to 
break over Ceiess. She'd lost count of how many she'd had, but when Bob told 
her she'd showed she could indeed be a good little slut, holding tightly to 
the sledge handle with only her cunt muscles for the entire time, she 
literally fell into his arms, sobbing in pleasure, before she passed out on 
him.


Emily had done just as well although it seemed like the weights had 
stretched her nipples to twice their original size, which on her, only 
looked even more fabulous. Dave helped Emily dismount the bike and bent her 
over so he could inspect her for any possible damage. Her sphincter was 
still gaping, making her look like she'd just been reamed, but there were no 
traces of blood and as he watched, her muscle contracted, closing her rear 
eye. The bungee had done a good job on her back, horizontal red lines 
paralleling each other like lines on a steno pad, but none of them had 
actually broken the surface. Dave asked Emily how many times she'd cum, and 
dropping her head she admitted that she'd had 3 orgasms while being 
punished. Bob carried Ceiess and Dave walked with his arm around the naked 
and fairly weak Emily, back into the kitchen. Setting Ceiess carefully down 
on the linoleum floor and indicating where Emily should make herself 
comfortable, Bob then placed the two plates of scraps from breakfast in 
front of each female. Emily was starved and ate what there was with gusto, 
licking her plate clean. Ceiess was still asleep, but this time Dave had 
nothing to say about it. He agreed that she deserved a good rest after what 
she'd been through.


The guys were just about to leave the kitchen so Ceiess could continue her 
nap for a while, which would also give Emily a chance to either nap or rest 
when Emily hesitantly asked if either of them wanted to use her before she 
rested. She added that although she'd cum, she missed the taste of cum. 
Within seconds, Emily had a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy. 
After Bob came in her mouth and had stepped away from her, Dave withdrew 
from her cunt and moved around in front so she could finish him with her 
mouth too. Dave gave her a little of his cum to taste, but left the larger 
portion of it in her hair, on her forehead and even up her nose. After that, 
Emily thanked them and lay down, cuddled up to her mom for her nap. Dave and 
Bob went out to the living room to watch a little television and make plans.


In the living room, Bob switched on the television, but kept the volume down 
low. Sitting on the couch next to Dave, he opened the conversation by asking 
Dave if he's seen the way Ceiess had reacted to her punishment. Dave was 
thoughtful for a moment before he answered. He explained to Bob about the 
need Ceiess obviously had to feel loved and for Bob to be proud of her. He'd 
heard her screaming at them to whip her more, yet she hadn't dropped the 
considerable weight she'd been holding. Dave doubted Emily could have 
managed so much weight, despite being younger.


Finally, Bob told Dave what was really on his mind. He told Dave that he 
really did love his wife and didn't want for her to stop loving him or 
worse, start to hate him for what he'd done to her. Dave reminded Bob that 
his wife was an adult, who'd had lots of life experience before he ever came 
along. If she didn't want to be in the position he was putting her, she'd 
leave and it'd be up to him to decide what he wanted to do; either start 
again and court her, knowing that this lifestyle was never going to be in 
his future, or allow her to walk away. Dave then asked Bob if Bob still 
thought, having sampled it for himself that this lifestyle was for him. 
Although Bob really thought about the answer, it took no time to decide that 
seeing his wife and daughter every day just like he'd seen them this morning 
was a dream come true and he told Dave as much.


The next item on their impromptu agenda was Alex. Bob told Dave that Alex 
was due home from his vacation at Bob's parents the following evening. It 
was one thing to have a slut mother. They'd already worked out that detail 
when they'd dreamed up their plan for Emily, so Bob would have dealt with 
that. But what about having a slut for a grandmother too?


Dave shrugged and asked what the problems would be. Bob's eyes grew wider as 
he began listing them off. First, Ceiess would be running around the house 
naked, he began. Dave said Bob could just clothe her. Not a lot, but 
something so that Alex wouldn't think anything of it. Dave reminded Bob that 
Alex was only nine and probably wasn't even aware of sex yet. With 
difficulty, Bob accepted that solution and moved onto the second item on his 
mental list. Bob reminded Dave of what Dave had said about finding fault and 
providing discipline, but added that the discipline process was a loud one. 
Dave told Bob to make the garage off limits and maybe even explain to Alex 
that if Alex saw either his mom or his grandma on their hands and knees 
heading for the garage, then they were in trouble bad and not to bother them 
unless he wanted to be in trouble too. Bob agreed that Dave's idea was a 
good one.


In his head, the kicker was going to be the overall way he was going to be 
treating his wife and daughter from now on to ensure they always felt sexy 
and special around him and when he tried to explain this to Dave, Dave just 
laughed. Again he reminded Bob that Alex was only 9. Boys of that age are 
always getting a friendly pat on the butt, so why would Alex think it 
unusual for his mom to get one too? Dave told Bob to think about it a little 
more. If Alex were to come in the room and find Emily sitting on her daddy's 
lap, would that be strange? Didn't Alex sometimes sit on Bob's lap? And hadn't 
they planned on getting Emily more and more naked around her son so that it 
would not surprise him one day to see his mom open the door and pop outside 
to grab the newspaper without a stitch on?


Sure that Dave still wasn't clearly seeing the problems, Bob tried again. 
Alex may not see much difference in his mom because she was going to 
continue to spoil him and would still be going out most nights. But before, 
she'd always screamed at him whenever he did something she didn't like and 
after all the training she'd undergone in the hands of Dave, they were both 
confident this would stop since Alex would actually be able to order his mom 
around. Luckily for Emily, Alex would probably never know it. Ceiess was the 
problem, because she'd always been Alex's real mother figure, always there 
when he wanted something or needed someone. A simple word from her and Alex 
would stop whatever he was doing. With Ceiess now being trained as an 
obedient slut, she'd have that right taken away from her too. Dave 
disagreed. Emily had lost that right because she'd never really wanted it in 
the first place. Ceiess on the other hand, had proved herself a good parent 
to Alex so he saw no need to abolish her authority.


Finally, Bob felt the weight lift. Dave was right. It would all work itself 
out.


For the next few hours, Dave and Bob allowed the sluts to sleep, content to 
watch a football game. That afternoon following a small lunch for everyone 
with Emily and Ceiess once again eating from a plate on the floor, Ceiess's 
training was kicked into high gear in an effort to bring her up to Emily's 
level as quickly as possible. Emily, once again sporting her dog collar, 
instructed her mom on how a proper blowjob had to be given. The previous day 
Ceiess had made up for poor technique with enthusiasm but today she was to 
learn to do it correctly. Dave spent a long time with her after she'd 
practiced for at least 2 hours on first a banana, then a cucumber. While she 
was practicing on the fruit and vegetables, Bob had slipped out and paid a 
visit to a store he knew of and had purchased twin collars. He'd even paid 
extra to have his sluts' names' stamped into the 2 inch wide, heavy black 
leather. Upon his return, he saw Dave on the recliner, Ceiess with her lips 
to his cock and Emily leaning over critiquing her work.


Bob sat down with his package, content to just watch his wife work. Looking 
at the clock on the living room wall, Bob was once again impressed with his 
friend's stamina, as he saw the minutes ticking over. After 20 minutes, Bob 
was sure that he would have lost it long before, but Dave was merely hanging 
in there, a calm expression on his face and his hard-on glistening with 
Ceiess's spittle. Eventually Emily had her mother taking all nine inches of 
Dave into her throat, impaling herself on him while Emily passionately 
kissed Dave and Ceiess rubbed her swollen sex with abandon.


When Dave pulled away from Emily and announced that he was soon to cum, 
Emily went right back into instruction mode, Directing her mom to remove her 
mouth from the master's cock and while holding it open and ready in front of 
his cock, to use her hand to make him cum. Ceiess began pumping Dave so 
furiously that her aim was off a little and his first spurt missed her mouth 
altogether, instead hitting her in the eye. Emily forbade Ceiess to close 
her eyes, but added that she must look at her master while he pumped his cum 
on and into her and that she was not to swallow until she was told to. Bob 
was riveted as Ceiess followed her instructions, rivulets of cum dripping 
from her eyelash and tears washing his cum out of her eye socket. Not once 
though, did she blink. She simply stared up at him with something close to 
adoration in her eyes as he pumped the last of his seed onto her tongue. 
Eventually Ceiess was allowed to display her mouthful of cum then swallow so 
that Dave was able to appreciate the load she'd managed to send to her 
tummy. After that, she carefully cleaned his cock with her tongue. It was 
obvious that her jaw hurt a lot from the hours of workout it'd been through, 
but Ceiess still smiled prettily while working her jaw from side to side to 
loosen it up again.


Dave smiled at her to let her know she'd pleased him. Ceiess was so happy 
that she grinned from ear to ear before thanking him, calling him Master 
Dave. Again Bob felt a twinge of jealousy, seeing his wife look at another 
man like she was, but then he put himself in his wife's place for a moment 
and more fully appreciated where his wife's feeling of joy came from. Pride 
in his wife's performance quickly took the place of any jealousy.


When it was all over, Bob threw the paper package to Dave, who knew what was 
inside. Dave got up from the recliner, had Emily assume the position at his 
feet and told her he had a special gift for her if she wanted it. Looking 
up, Emily saw him pull out the shiny black collar with her name on it. Her 
eyes sparked more than I'd ever seen before and she was hardly able to 
conceal her excitement and stay still. Dave once again asked her if she 
wanted it, this time waiting for her to answer. To say that she agreed would 
be like saying that she liked to orgasm. Emily accepted his gift and 
practically purred as she traced her fingers almost reverently over its 
surface and over the inch tall letters that spelled out her name. She asked 
if she could please take off her old collar and have him personally put the 
new one on. Dave nodded and Emily had the old collar off in about a second 
flat. I glanced over at Ceiess and saw her looking longingly at her 
daughter. It was like she felt she was missing out on something very 
special.


Calling Ceiess to him, Bob had her assume the position at his feet. He took 
the package from Dave and pulled out the second collar. Her eyes opened wide 
and she practically squealed in delight. He had to remind her not to talk 
unless spoken to, which quickly shut her up, but did nothing for her excited 
state. As Dave had done, Bob asked her if she wanted the gift and held it 
out to her. She took it out of his hand so carefully it was if she were 
handling an artifact. She replied that she'd never wanted something so much 
in her entire life and that she loved him more than ever. As Emily had done 
with Dave, Ceiess asked him to put the collar on her.


Afterwards, Dave and Bob looked at the two collared sluts before them. The 
pair looked wonderful in their firmly fitted collars. Each slut had a fairly 
long neck and her skin colorings just set the gloss black off perfectly. I 
felt my cock stiffen just looking at them. I suggested that it might be a 
good idea for Ceiess to practice her oral skills some more, which led to the 
first hour-long blowjob I'd ever received, thanks to the oral and hand 
skills Ceiess was learning from Dave and her daughter.


At about 6pm, Dave and Bob both began to feel the stirrings of hunger and 
they were aware that their sluts must be even hungrier, although neither of 
them had said a word about it. Bob suggested that a celebratory dinner was 
in order and Dave agreed. Bob called for pizza and 45 minutes later, there 
was a knock at the door. Dave instructed the sluts to link their arms around 
each other's waists and answer the door dressed just as they were. Sometime 
during the day, Ceiess had been given a pair of heels that matched Emily's, 
so they stood about the same height, but other than the shoes and collars, 
they were completely naked. Emily looked forward to greeting a stranger 
naked, but Ceiess was obviously reluctant, although more scared of being 
punished if she didn't do as she was told.


Thus it was that two beautiful, naked, smiling females opened the door to 
the pimply, 18 or 19 year-old delivery boy. As his eyes took in Emily's 
pierced nipples, shaven pussy and 6-inch heels, then Ceiess's huge tits, 
shapely legs and wild pubic bush, he nearly collapsed on the spot. His dick 
had other ideas though, immediately tenting his pants. It was Emily's idea 
to offer her mouth as a tip and when she called out, asking her master if it 
would be alright to blow the delivery guy, she found that this particular 
guy suffered from P.E., as the wet spot in his pants quickly proved. Emily 
frowned to show her disappointment and briefly commiserated with him. She 
left him with a promise that the next time they ordered pizza, he could take 
her any way he wanted, spinning around, bending at the waist and making it 
pretty obvious that no hole would be excluded. After giving him his money, 
he got a kiss on the cheek from each girl before they closed the door. When 
Ceiess returned to the living room, her female aroma and glistening thighs 
were testament to her aroused state.


Dave instructed the sluts that they were each to have an orgasm per piece of 
pizza they ate. Ceiess ate 3 and Emily 4. Bob had never seen either of them 
eat more than 2 pieces of pizza before!


Following dinner, Emily again instructed Ceiess, this time on the most 
pleasurable way of riding a guy's cock. Until Ceiess had been made to hold 
the sledgehammer in her pussy by sheer muscle power alone, she'd innocently 
had no idea that those muscles could be used for anything other than 
childbirth. When Emily pronounced that her mom was ready to take on a real 
man, having spent hours after dinner working at squashing bananas using her 
pelvic muscles, Emily knew Dave would be in for a surprise. Surprised hardly 
covered what Dave was. It was like he was fucking a fresh pussy - nothing at 
all like the loose glove he had been hammering away at the day before. He 
even had to use the stamina techniques he'd taught himself just to avoid 
splattering her womb within the first 5 minutes. It was the most praise she'd 
ever heard from him afterwards, when he told her what a quick study she was 
turning out to be.


By bedtime, both Dave and Bob had cum at least 4 times each and were totally 
worn out. Once again, they agreed to shackle the females, but this time they 
would be allowed to sleep on the dining room floor. Bob took them out to the 
backyard, where they each had to squat and urinate, but neither of them 
needed to defecate due to the lack of real food they'd consumed throughout 
the day. Each of them cleaned the drops of urine off the other's pussy 
before they were allowed back inside. After they brushed their teeth at the 
sink, Dave and Bob gave each of them a long, sensuous kiss, a pat on the ass 
and told them he loved them. Dave said it to Bob's wife before he realized 
what he'd said, but it was both too late to take it back and, he realized, 
it was actually a true statement anyway.


The next day was Sunday and Bob and Dave kept their sluts busy for most of 
it, losing track of the orgasms each slut had achieved. For much of the last 
couple of hours before Alex was due home, Bob had noticed Ceiess's eyes 
drifting towards the clock. At one point Bob smiled as he saw where here 
eyes were even as he mercilessly savaged her willing ass.


Bob and Ceiess both knew that Bob's parents were punctual and organized, so 
when they said Alex would be home at four o'clock, they meant 4 o'clock. At 
3:00, Bob pulled Ceiess aside for a quick chat, allowing her to speak 
freely. He assured her that she would still be the mother figure that Alex 
had known all his life and nothing would change in their relationship. At 
3:30, Bob led both females to Emily's bedroom. They assumed their now 
familiar position and listened while he told them they were to dress for his 
parents' arrival, using the selection in Emily's closet. He left them with a 
warning that if he were disappointed with the way they came out, he'd just 
have to find a way to explain the two naked family members running around 
the house in collars and heels.


With still fifteen minutes to spare, his two horny sluts were once again 
positioned in front of him, this time dressed to greet his parents. Ceiess 
had on the same micro-mini Emily had worn while completing one of the tests 
Dave had administered. Her top was a halter that didn't even completely 
cover the lower swell of her unbridled boobs. Emily wore a pair of cutoff 
denim shorts, unbuttoned and unzipped, relying on her hips to hold them up. 
If she hadn't been shaved bare, curls would have been visible. To complete 
the look, she wore a button-up with no buttons done up. The shirttails were 
tied tightly under her braless bust to keep her tits covered, although all 
of her cleavage was well displayed and a lot of midriff was bare as well. 
Both females still sported their collars and 6-inch heels and each had 
applied a shade of red lipstick, blush and mascara to finish off the look 
they knew I wanted to see.


With still five minutes to go before 4 o'clock, all four of them heard Alex 
coming before he burst through the side door next to the garage. He ran 
through the kitchen and Emily and Ceiess had only just gained their feet and 
smoothed out their clothes before Alex was in his young grandmother's arms, 
giving her a hug. She was so happy to see him and so caught up in his 
excitement that she didn't even notice how bunched up the mini skirt was, 
giving everyone in the room a great beaver-shot. When he'd finished with 
Ceiess, he took a jump at him mom and gave her a hug too. By the time it was 
his turn for a hug, Bob had noticed that his parents weren't bringing up the 
rear. As Alex hugged his leg, he asked where Alex's Papa was. Alex just 
shrugged and told him that they'd had to drop him as they had another 
appointment or something.


When he'd settled down a bit, Alex finally noticed the collars around the 
necks of his mom and grandmother. He thought they looked neat, but wondered 
why his grandmother's didn't say Grammar, the way Emily's said Emily. Dave 
smiled and shrugged, as if to acknowledge that kids thought so much 
differently than adults.


It was almost a normal Sunday night at home, where Ceiess made dinner and 
Bob was out in the garage, renovating. Dave hung around for a while to help 
before heading back to his place. The difference was that Emily played with 
Alex, because Alex had thought that'd be fun.


That night, long after Emily had put Alex to bed, she snuck into Bob's 
bedroom to share their bed for the night. It was the first time in three 
nights that either Emily or Ceiess had actually slept on a soft bed.


The week went quickly but quietly for the family. As Dave had predicted, 
Alex was too caught up in being a kid to notice anything different about 
Ceiess or Emily. Bob went to work with Dave, leaving Emily and Ceiess a list 
of tasks and training to be completed. On Wednesday evening after Alex had 
gone to bed, Emily asked Bob if she could try out the exercise her mom had 
completed the previous weekend. Ceiess added that she wanted to ride the 
bike too, if she could. Dave took them out to the garage and did his best to 
recreate the positions they'd been in, but was unable to get Ceiess's 
nipples to take the weight of the 3lb weights. Emily did indeed hold onto 
the sledge for the full 5 minutes, even with Bob whipping her back.


Thursday, Ceiess asked if she could possibly be pierced like Emily. After 
having spent the weekend tearing away their self respect, Dave and Bob had 
spent the week so far slowly rebuilding it, giving each slut a new 
perspective on herself. The problem with that was that each female was so 
proud of the other that they didn't want to compete against the other. As a 
result, Dave had to finally order Ceiess to explain why she'd made her 
request. It turned out that Ceiess thought Emily had nicer nipples than hers 
because of the rings, but she didn't want to take that attention away from 
Emily. She even tried to justify her request by telling her masters that 
they'd be able to better discipline her if they could connect her nipples to 
something like they'd done to Emily's with the weights.


That same evening, Dave, Bob, Ceiess and Emily took Alex to Ceiess's parents 
house so they could baby sit Alex while the foursome did some 'shopping'.


It wasn't until after Ceiess hugged her mom that she noticed her mom was 
looking at her strangely. A light went off in Ceiess's head as she 
remembered her ever-present collar. Feeling the need to explain, she told 
her mom that she'd made a pact with Emily and Bob in an attempt to restore 
their frayed family ties. Simply put, what her mom was seeing was the result 
of the pact. Her mom struggled with that answer, but said that the word 
'Ceiess' on the collar still confused her. Ceiess told her mom that this 
would be her new name and they were going to get it legally changed soon. 
She'd simply recommitted herself to Bob and the name was of Bob's choosing, 
much like Muslims change their names as a sign of faith to their religion. 
Ceiess's mom accepted this news, but knew her father wouldn't. He'd been 
adament when she was first born that she would be named after her mother. 
Ceiess was glad she'd chosen not to lie to her mom, but glad that her mom 
hadn't pressed her for details. Ceiess knew her dad would be a different 
story. She was actually scared to tell him, because she knew he wouldn't 
just accept her lifestyle change as she had. She made a mental note to have 
her husband deal with her dad. Bob was more surprised that his mother in law 
hadn't commented on either her daughter's or granddaughter's choice of 
clothing. The sundress Ceiess wore made it obvious that she was braless 
underneath, although not obvious was the fact that she was also pantyless. 
Emily wore thigh-high black boots with a 5-inch heel, bicycle shorts that 
nicely showed off her cameltoe and a man's wife-beater type undershirt that 
was a few sizes to small. Fully half of each pert breast was on display from 
the side and her nipples and rings dimpled the stretched fabric invitingly 
at the front.


Not too long after that, they were on the city fringes, looking for a place 
Dave vaguely remembered from visiting a friend a year or so earlier. At last 
they found it, parked and all went inside. The entrance door opened into a 
large open area that was plastered from floor to ceiling with pictures and 
drawings and each had a little pricetag attached. They were in Dave's friend's 
tattoo studio. Dave told them to look around while he went looking for his 
friend Ray. After a quick chat with his buddy, Dave led the other three to a 
back room where there was an old dentist's chair. Ceiess was instructed 
remove her dress and sit in the chair. There was a slight hesitation from 
Ceiess as she looked at her husband imploringly, but eventually did as she 
was told. Ray then closed some straps around her wrists and ankles. When he 
pulled out the equipment, Ceiess gasped.


The rings lying there next to the punch were not like Emily's at all. They 
were huge! Two of them had to be at least 2 inches in diameter and two of 
them were closer to 4 inches. And they looked very heavy too! What she didn't 
understand was the purpose of the scalpel or the tiny barbell looking piece 
of jewellery. Ceiess had seen those before and thought that maybe she was 
going to have her eyebrow done or something. She'd considered it a few times 
herself, but her husband didn't sound too interested in her doing it, so she 
never had.


Ceiess sat very still while Ray prepared everything, then asked Bob to make 
one of her nipples as hard as he could. Ceiess almost laughed. Her nipples 
were already so hard due to her fear and embarrasment that she thought they'd 
burst. Bob grabbed her left nipple anyway and pulled and twisted it for a 
few seconds, making Ceiess grimace and tremble. Pronouncing her ready, Bob 
let go. Ray swabbed the nipple with alcohol then fitted the jaws of the gun 
as close to her areola as he could. There was a click as the spring released 
and a burning in Ceiess's breast. The shaft of the piercing rod had pierced 
her nipple like a hot knife through butter. It was a simple matter for Ray 
to replace the rod with one of the 2-inch rings. There was a little pain for 
Ceiess but mostly what she felt was the appreciable weight of her new 
jewellery. The second piercing went exactly the same as the first, except 
that Ceiess now knew what to expect. Next, Ray pierced her ears and 
installed the 4-inch rings. When he'd finished that, he turned, picked up a 
syringe and filled it with the contents of a small bottle. Handing Bob what 
looked like a chewtoy for a dog, he told him that Ceiess would need to bite 
down on it. Ceiess was now terrified. If she had to bite down on something, 
whatever Ray was going to do to her was going to really hurt! She gladly 
opened her mouth and Bob inserted the chewtoy. Ceiess bit down on it and 
found that she could clamp down fairly well on it.


Ray got to his knees and moved between her parted thighs. For some reason, 
having this stranger so close to her sex was the most humiliating thing she'd 
allowed so far, as if she had any choice. Ray reached in and easily grabbed 
her exposed clit. Although embarrassed and humiliated, Ceiess was completely 
aroused and her clit was engorged and standing out proudly, like a tiny 
penis. With his other hand, he reached injected Ceiess with the syringe. 
Ceiess hardly felt it and was so releived. What she didn't know was that 
what he'd injected her with was something that would slow any bleeding when 
he took the next step. Checking his watch, Ray waited for 2 minutes to 
ensure the drug had been given time to work. He took the alcohol, swabbed 
the area, then the scalpel and deftly trimmed away the hood of Ceiess's 
clit. Ceiess almost fainted with the pain, but the orgasm that exploded over 
her tortured sex was one of the most intense she'd ever experienced. When 
her body had ceased trembling so much, Ray was able to install the tiny 
barbell in her clit.


After cleaning up the small amount of blood that Ceiess had shed, he 
pronounced her finished. That was Dave's cue to tell Emily to follow him 
into the back room and take care of him. He told Emily to give him the 
works, which meant that Emily was to suck him then fuck him, in whichever 
hole he chose. Emily looked at the huge bearded man with the leather vest 
and tattos everwhere. It was obvious that this was not the sort of man she'd 
choose for herself, but she also knew she was not to be given a choice. 
Putting on a seductive smile, she went to Ray and put her arm around him, 
telling the room that he was looking forward to making him happy.


Emily was in the back room for less than 10 minutes. When she emerged, she 
held a condom with a small amount of cum in it. When Dave raised his eyebrow 
at her, she explained that Ray had told her he didn't want to catch anything 
from a slut like her, but had insisted she take the condom as a souviner. 
Looking at Dave, she asked what she ought to do with it. Dave told her to 
keep it until they got home and then dispose of it however she wished. Emily 
couldn't help giggling then whispering in her master's ear that she may keep 
it to remind her that cocks really did come in all sizes, including tiny! 
She added a little louder that she was glad her master's cock was so 
impressive.


On Saturday evening, Alex was with Ceiess's parents, so Bob unveiled his 
latest creation. It was a replica of the cage that Dave had at his house. 
Only three feet tall, three feet wide and three feet long, it sat in a 
corner of the now permanently locked garage. It was made of steel and looked 
something like a cube made of bars. Ceiess had forgotten to make the bed 
that morning and as a punishment, Dave had decided to whip her and leave her 
in the cage for the night, naked, collared and in pain. Dave was almost sure 
Ceiess had left the bed unmade on purpose. It was only the second or third 
time that Dave had been able to find fault in Ceiess's performance, so she'd 
only had these few encounters with the whip. It was fairly obvious that 
while she didn't actually look forward to being beaten, she missed it when 
it had been a while since she'd felt one.


Ceiess trembled as she waited nude and in her ready position for her master. 
While she waited, her thoughts wandered to the events of the last 8 days. 
She wondered how and why she'd allowed herself to go from being a bored 
housewife to a slave, used by anyone her husband, now her master, chose, in 
just 8 days. She knew the answer was that this had been new and different, 
but she wondered if it had been the sight of her own daughter, collared and 
led in naked on a leash that'd been the turning point for her. She'd always 
had the rape fantasies and she'd always wanted her man to be strict, but was 
this what she really wanted? She knew the sex had been the best of her life 
and now that she was circumsized, she was almost constantly cumming.


What about a normal relationship though? What would her father say if he 
were to see her now? She'd be disowned, that's what! As she thought about it 
some more, she realized that the normal relationships she'd had up till last 
week were not normal relationships, but boring relationships. There was no 
need to think about what she did and be careful about what she said because 
her partner always put it down to his not understanding the way woman think. 
Now she had to be on her toes all the time, doing her best to ensure her 
master had no need to punish her, and he certainly was a watchful one! She 
smiled at that. What if he were to find out that when he spanked her or beat 
her, in some weird way, she actually liked it! That would be so humiliating. 
She'd be so embarrassed! But then she kind of liked that too. She didn't 
think she'd ever forget the way he looked at her in the tattoo parlour, 
almost daring her not to strip naked in front of a total stranger.


When Bob came into the house, she could hear him talking with Dave, but it 
seemed like there was someone else with them too. The person didn't speak, 
but Dave was making comments as if they were being directed at this other 
person. She decided it must be Emily. She didn't dare look around, but she 
knew her arousal was building, just at the thought that yet another person'd 
see her. Dave came into her field of view and patted her head, much the way 
he'd do to a dog. Bob was right behind him and as he came around to the 
front of her, he complimented her on her posture. She gushed with pleasure 
at the compliment. She'd been practicing kneeling with her thighs as widely 
apart as she could and her back hollowed to present her breasts as well as 
possible. She had practiced in front of a mirror and was so glad she'd asked 
for the piercings, as they really added to what she considered her beauty. 
Ray's, or was it Dave's choice in the rings was wonderful as they suited her 
large breasts, or udders as her master enjoyed hearing her refer to them.


Bob asked Ceiess why she was to be punished and without pause, she told him. 
Bob asked her what he should do to her to teach her to be a better slave in 
future. Ceiess responded that he should do whatever he liked, as it was not 
her place to make that sort of decision. Bob smiled and congratulated her on 
answering so well. Then he told her that she would be tied to a post in the 
garage and whipped, then spend the night in the training cage he'd built for 
just such a use. He asked her what she thought about her punishment. Waiting 
a moment, more for effect than anything, Ceiess responded that her master's 
punishment was very fair and wise.


Upon hearing this, Bob beconed with his hand to the person Ceiess had known 
was there. Emily stepped into her field of view, but Emily wasn't alone. 
With her was none other than Ceiess's father. If Ceiess could have stopped 
her own heart, she would have. This topped every embarrassing, humiliating 
or degrading thing her master had done to her in a week, she thought to 
herself. She expected her dad to be furious, but all he did was look at her 
and smile. No, not just look at her, Ceiess corrected herself, he leered at 
her. There was a lump in the front of her own father's slacks, as he stood 
in front of her, seemingly unable to take his eyes off her udders and their 
silver rings. Bob told her dad that the female in front of him was now 
nothing more than his slave to do with as he pleased. He told her dad that 
if he chose, he could still call her daughter, but this was the reason it 
was important to use her new name. He even went as far as to suggest that 
since Ceiess was now property, he would be pleased to see Ceiess pleasure 
him, if he was up for it.


Ceiess's dad didn't spend moments thinking about it. His hands went straight 
to the zipper of his trousers and his shaking fingers fumbled for the tab. 
Bob told Emily to get it for him and she did. In seconds, Emily had his 
pants and his underwear pooled at his feet. His erection stood straight out 
in front of him peeking through his shirttails much like a performer peeks 
through the curtains on a stage. His belly hid some of his length, but 
Ceiess guessed that his tool was about 6 inches long, and about an inch and 
a half around. He took a small step towards her and then another, his pants 
impeeding his movement. Before she knew it, her own father's erection bumped 
against her lips, so good was their height match.


Without another thought, Ceiess opened her mouth to accept him and using 
only her tongue and lips, gave him one of the best blowjobs he'd ever had. 
He lasted about two minutes in Ceiess's care before loudly announcing his 
intention to cum in his daughter's mouth. Ceiess sucked harder, acceping the 
gift her daddy gave her, although a little disappointed that there was so 
little. When he'd finished jerking, he slipped his already shrinking member 
out of Ceiess's mouth and redressed himself.


Bob asked him to stay for Ceiess's punishment and her dad responded that he 
really had to get home, as his dinner would be ready, but that he could stay 
for a few minutes. Leading the way with Ceiess on hands and knees, they made 
their way to the garage. As they walked, Bob made comments such as Ceiess's 
ass being by far the best fuck since she was still learning to tighten her 
cunt and it was still a little loose sometimes. The blush on Ceiess's cheeks 
indicated that Bob had indeed managed to humiliate her, which made his cock 
jump a little more in his own pants.


Bob secured Ceiess to the post with her arms tied over her head to a chain 
dangling from the ceiling and a rope around her ankles so that her feet 
straddled the post. He also affixed a rope to an eye he'd installed in her 
collar and around the pole, immobilizing her. He spoke to Ceiess, asking her 
which part of her body was the most sensitive right now. In a litle voice, 
she said that her udders and her pussy were equally sensitive. Bob then 
asked which would be the more fitting punishment. To have her pussy whipped, 
or to have her boobs caned. Ceiess was unable to think of an answer. She 
wanted to say that her back should be whipped, because she didn't know if 
she could take either a pussy whipping or a tit caning. Knowing that the 
silence was stretching too long, Ceiess closed her eyes and barely whispered 
that an udder caning would be worse for her. Bob repeated his request, 
making her ask for whichever punishment she thought she should receive. With 
a sob of terror at the thought of how much this was going to hurt, Ceiess 
asked if her master would please cane her udders. Bob grinned and picked up 
the cane. Before he hit her with it, he ran it all over her breasts and used 
the tip to jiggle her nipple rings, making her quiver and whimper. He then 
held it to her lips so she could kiss it before he proceeded. Moving off to 
one side, he drew the cane back and swung at the upper slope of her leaft 
breast. Ceiess shrieked when the pain finally registered, but by then the 
cane was coming down a second time, this time on the right breast. By the 
time he'd finished, there were vicious red welts in a dozen stripes across 
both breasts, a couple of them blending with the darker color of her areolas 
where the cane tip had touched. There were fluids running down Ceiess's legs 
both where she'd wet herself and from copius amounts of her cum, where she'd 
climaxed many times even without stimulation to her clitoris. She was barely 
conscious when Bob undid the restraints and she fell to her hands and knees 
in front of him. He asked her twice what she had to say before it registered 
that he'd said anything. In a croak, she muttered a thankyou for teaching 
her the error of her ways.


Bob then pointed her towards the cage, using the cane to move her head in 
the direction he wanted her to look. Firmly kicking her butt, twice 
connecting with her vagina and its circumsized peircing, Bob made her walk 
to where he was going to leave her for the night. He opened the door and she 
crawled inside, getting a couple of extra welts on her ass to hurry her 
along. When she realized that she wasn't going to fit stretched out, she 
tried to turn around and found that by twisting her shoulders and pulling 
her feet towards her butt, the door could be closed, which Bob was quick to 
do. The snap of the padlock signalled the beginning of the greatest 
captivity Ceiess had ever known. Somehow Ceiess managed to curl herself into 
an uncomfortable ball, the bars on the floor of the cage digging into her 
hip and her breasts mashed painfully against her thighs.


Bob turned and escorted the three others out of the garage, flicking off the 
lightswitch and telling Ceiess he loved her and to enjoy a good night's 
sleep. The last thing Ceiess heard was the key turn in the lock. She cried 
for a while, but the stimulation and orgasms had taken their toll. Some time 
in the early hours of the morning, she actually managed to fall asleep.


Bob had not been surprised that Ceiess's dad had stayed for the whole 
punishment and although he'd been concentrating on what he'd been doing, 
Dave told him that he'd watched the old man openly grope Emily a couple of 
times. With Ceiess's Chief of Police father onboard, he now had a valuable 
ally for their plans, Dave told him.


The next day, Bob left her in the cage until almost lunchtime. Ceiess was 
unbelievably happy to see him, her body cramped in places she'd never 
realized before she even had muscles. Even her cramps had cramps. When he 
unlocked the cage, Ceiess took a full minute to extract herself from its 
confines. Ignoring her protesting body, she automatically pulled herself 
into position so her master could see the results of her punishment. Her 
breasts were a mass of angry red lines and there were marks all over her 
body from where the bars had pressed against her for so long. When Bob asked 
if she'd slept well, she considered saying she had, then decided to tell him 
the truth. When he granted her permission, she told him, speaking of herself 
in the third person, that his slave had had a terrible night and his slave 
would no longer play games like that with him. His raised eyebrow made her 
clarify that his slave would come to him next time and ask for a whipping 
instead of intentionally setting out to make him angry.


Bob was so pleased that instead of making her crawl out of the garage, he 
picked her up in his arms and carried her back into the house. Emily and 
Dave were waiting for him and he told Emily to go prepare a bath. Bob 
carried Ceiess to the bathroom and after removing her collar and heels, laid 
her down in the tub. He told Emily to bathe her and put something on her 
chest to ease her discomfort.


Even with Alex at home, Ceiess became more and more a fulltime slave, slowly 
getting him used to hearing his grandmother refer to his step-grandfather as 
master. He'd even seen her kneeling nude on the floor in the kitchen a 
number of times by the end of the third week, and after laughing the first 
time and asking what game she was playing, just took it as the way things 
were after that. It never even phased the youngster the first time he came 
up behind her and saw his mom the same way, her head in Bob's groin. Bob 
sent him away before he could see what Emily was doing, but he ran away 
laughing that mom was kissing his thingy and how gross it was!


Ceiess did all the things Emily had done, all of them gladly just to see how 
happy she could make her master. She even asked if Emily could take a camera 
so that she could give her master photos of her doing a few extra things. 
She gave him photos of her bathing naked in the town fountain, entering a 
strip contest at the neighboring town's stripclub and fucking the entire 
defensive side of the local school football team. She even had a long set of 
photos of herself walking naked except for 8 inch heels, down the main 
street of the town during the daytime, with her hands tied at the elbows 
behind her. Bob had no idea how she'd gotten away with it. The photos showed 
startled people everywhere, just looking at her! She didn't win first prize 
at stripping because no matter how good her looks, a 45-year-old grandmother 
with no dancing experience couldn't beat the 18 year-old ringer that was at 
the club that night. She'd tried to even the playing field by breaking the 
rules and getting totally naked, showing her freshley-shaven mound, before 
the manager could stop her. The word CUMSLUT marked in red ink just above 
her pubic bone didn't even do the trick. Ceiess was sure the competition had 
been rigged. She did get a nice red ribbon and $50 as second prize, the 
ribbon she proudly tied to her nipple ring to the applause of the crowd, the 
$50 bill she slipped into her thigh-high boots with her other many tips.


On a Friday night, four weeks after Bob had enslaved his wife, he had Emily 
bent over the couch next to Ceiess, and Dave and he were raping their slaves' 
asses. Bob had been practicing the techniques Dave had explained to him for 
increasing his stamina and now he could manage to last twice as long as he 
just four weeks earlier. Looking at the clock and deciding that after 20 
minutes, Emily had been reamed for long enough, he declared to Dave that it 
was time to enlighten their sluts on their future.


Dave agreed and took over talking, telling Emily and Ceiess that they'd been 
housewives for long enough and it was time for them to begin reimbursing 
Dave on some of the expenses he'd had with their training. They were going 
to be housewife whores and he was going to personally take them out and see 
to it that they began making some money. After they'd finished fucking them, 
they were to get dressed in their sluttiest clothes, put on some nice, heavy 
makeup and he was going to run them into the city where he had a friend that 
owned a cathouse. Since they were not on the cathouse books, they were going 
to be rented a room to share to service the Johns they picked up. The room 
rental was $100 a night and Dave expected them to bring home an additional 
$500.


At $30 for head, $60 for a fuck and $200 for a two girl special, which would 
include anal, they could expect to have to find somewhere between three and 
fifteen clients each. They would be expected home before sunrise, he added, 
as with a groan, he unloaded in Ceiess's bowels, so they'd better start 
thinking about what they'd wear. Bob was right with him, the thought of his 
wife as a street whore causing the long awaited gushing into Emily's ass. 
The slaves knew better than to talk, but they looked at each other, sharing 
unspoken words of revulsion and excitement. Not only were they going to do 
it simply because their masters had told them to, but they were going to 
make every attempt to enjoy it as much as they could. Ceiess shreiked the 
words, "Yes Master," as another orgasm burst over her, just at the thought 
of what the night would hold.

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