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 Yes, Master by BusterD (Some mc, Mf, Mf+, FF, slave, con, nc, md, anal,
1st)
   The time of this story is sometime in the early to mid twenty first
cenutry.  Liberal politics, humanistic teaching and lazy people have
reduced the United States to less than super-power status.  There is no
longer a middle class worker anywhere in the world; socialistic thinking
took care of that.  The world is still arguing and killing over religious
beliefs and political ideologies.
   My name is Zachary Taylor and I am a slave trader by profession; my
friends call me Zack and my slave wives call me Master.  At the beginning
of the twenty first century, I was a Christian pastor of a medium to large
church.  Now, I know you are wondering how I could make the transition from
one to the other and what ever possessed me to do so.
   You have to understand what happened when the economy went to hell when
the liberal socialist politics, sucked the middle class dry and there was
no one to pay for their policies.  There were only the poor and the rich;
and by rich, I mean the very rich.  The depression that hit hurt the whole
world; the rich included, but the very rich took every advantage of the
rest of the people of the world.
   Over a period of time, someone, no one knows who or where it started,
but someone sold himself as a indentured servant to pay off his debts and
take care of his family.  This caught on in a big way, and private agencies
sprang up offering connections to servant opportunities and eventually to
full slavery.  The government caught hold of this as a way to continue to
control people, so they made laws and regulations concerning every aspect
of indentureship.
   The laws eventually allowed people to sell themselves or their children
as permanent slaves; and the US became a lot like ancient Rome.  Most of
the laws degraded to point where the owners were protected from loss by a
slave and the slave had little to no rights at all except what was given to
them by their Masters.
   Now, I saw what was coming, years before it happened, so I began
investing in gold, silver and precious stones.  While I was never very rich
in modern America, I was now one of the very rich.
   I know that you are still wondering how I became a seller of slaves.  In
my pastorate, I was a gifted counsellor; I used hypnosis to help my
parishioners overcome their habits and problems.  In many cases, I helped
both men and women understand their role of leadership or submission.
   Some of the women had attached themselves so strongly to the feminist
propaganda, that they had to literally have their personalities changed to
even be able to allow their husbands to lead.  I'm talking about roles in
the family not domination, although that is what it transformed into as
more people were indenturing themselves to others.
   Because of the wealth that I had accumulated and the contacts I had with
the wealthy men in our town, my church members pressed me to start making
contacts for them.  I incorporated an indenture service to help people find
work and care for their families.  My contacts had specific requirements
for their indentured servants and asked if I could guarantee full
cooperation and adherence to the rules set down.
   I answered that they were human, so no, I could make no guarantees, but
maybe I could develop a teaching program to help reduce the amount of time
it took for them to adjust to their new reality.  The program was started
and developed and improved on and continued to grow into a program that was
used to start the teaching of the children.  It has often been said that
the nation will go the way that the children are taught.
   Teaching submission in the United States is difficult at best; for
hundreds of years our society has been taught that we do not have to submit
to anyone; and that of course is why the country is in the state it is in
now.  My teaching is based on the Biblical principles of submission and
includes those things that each principle slave holder wants.  I was very
reluctant at first, because many wanted their females available as sex
slaves, including those already married.
   New laws had also been written to lower the age of sexual consent to the
beginning of menses (the first period) or thirteen, whichever came first.
More and more owners were wanting their females to be taught the art of
sexual techniques.
   Now I have to confess, that from the time I had my first erection from
seeing my sisters naked until this very moment, I have had a real problem
with lust.  My wife Martha, died early in our marriage from breast cancer,
so it had been difficult for me, being around beautiful women in the church
and behaving myself.
   Not being familiar with training sex slaves myself, I knew that there
was plenty of information available on the internet; although, there was
considerably less internet available to the public than there used to be.
However, pornography was still the number one quantity available for
access. I discovered that most sites were just a lot of pictures and very
little information on sex techniques for slaves; that is until I came
across a site containing mind control stories with all kinds of helpful
ideas for training slaves.
   After perusing about a thousand stories, I put together what I would
want and expect from a sex slave and then took the four most attractive
women in the church as slaves.  Two of the women were eigthteen year old
twins, Mandi and Mindi Payton.  They had long red hair down to the middle
of their backs and they were athletic and fit, with 'B' cup breasts and
large firm nipples and tight round asses; and freckles from head to feet.
Of the other two, one was nineteen, Joanne Lokey and the other was twenty,
Alyson Warwick.  They both had been married less than a year, but their
husbands sold them to me just to be rid of the nagging shrews.
   I picked Joanne and Alyson, because I had to be certain the programming
would be affective on the less cooperative subjects.  Of course, like the
Biblical kings David and Solomon, I had a weakness for female flesh; the
more flesh the better.
   Alyson has long blond hair and pale white skin and a full figure, not
fat but padded well in all the right places.  Her breasts were full 'D'
cups with long dark nipples and a gorgeous ass to die for.  Joanne was
possibly the most beauiful of all and definitely the worst bitch of all. 
She was dark skinned and of Europian descent.  At five foot eight, she has
a perfect hour glass figure.  Her chest and hips both measure at 38" and
her waist at 24".  And her 'C' cup breasts were high on her chest and stood
out with no sag and her ass is pictured next to bubblebutt in the
dictionary.
   These four women had grown up and indoctrinated in the American culture
and had been involved only marginally in my church.  I learned from talking
to each one of them, that none of them were still virgins.  My challenge
was to teach these women how to be obedient and submissive Christian
slaves; and since the government had legalized polygamous marriages, they
would be my wives and sex slaves.
   The first thing I did was take a page from Petruhio's book on training a
wife (See Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew").  I had to separate them
from their ideas that they were still individuals and teach them that
serving brings pleasure.
   Mandi and Mindi both took to hypnosis quickly and were naturally
compliant.  Alyson also also easy to hypnotize, but was not as compliant
nor did she take training well.  Joanne was another story; although she was
civil and did only what was she was made to do, she refused to be
hypnotized and refused to give up her beliefs that she was an individual
and had rights.
   As Mandi and Mindi took to the training and started to act as real
slaves, I favored them with small gifts and special attention and Alyson
and Joann grew more rebellious as their jealously increased.
   Although I had seen and inspected their naked bodies daily, I had not
yet taken any of them sexually.  I had also not resorted to any type of
discipline, but the Bible instructs us to discipline ourselves and our
children.  I understand this to include anyone that you have responsibility
over, and since these women were now my responsiblity, it was time to start
standing up to my responsibility.
   I got them together and laid down the new reality; obedience earns
favor, disobedience earns punishment.  All three women were only wearing a
light weight shift that identified them as my slaves; it was the only
clothing that they had been given.  I commanded them to strip and get down
on their knees and bow in respect to me.  The twins obeyed immediately and
were down on their knees bowing to him their arms outstretched toward him.
   Alyson hesitated for all of fifteen seconds, then complied, but slowly,
too slowly for me.  Joanne, however, did strip off the dress, but did not
get on her knees and looked at me with insolence burning in her eyes.
   Without a seconds hesitation, I walked up to her and ripped the dress
from her body, stripped off my belt and whipped her ass until her screams
turned to sincere whimpers of sorrow.  I stood her up and looked her in the
eyes and told her to get on her knees and bow down to me, her Master. 
Joanne immediately did as she was told, although she did not do it out of
respect, but out of fear.
   I turned to Alyson, who was shaking with fear, because of her hesitation
in obeying me.  I told her to sit up with her hands behind her head.  She
obeyed without any hesitation, keeping her eyes on my every move.
   I looked Alyson directly in the eyes and said, "You failed to do what
you were told, when you were told; that is disobedience, and even though
you finally did what you were told to do, it requires discipline.  I will
not tolerate disobedience, ever.  Stand and bend over and you will count
them as you receive them."
   She did as she was told quickly and I laid down ten firm stripes on her
butt and she counted them as she was told.
   I had them all get up on their knees, so that I could talk to them.  I
told Joanne that she had to remain naked until she earned a new dress and
the right to clothes again.  Alyson was told that she would remain without
clothes for a period of one week.  I told the twins that they could go
without clothes if they chose to or they could wear their dress; it was
their privilege.
   They chose, that for as long as Alyson was without clothes, they would
stay that way too.  They liked her a lot, because she had been nice to them
since they had all come to be my slaves.  None of them particularly liked
Joanne because of her attitude of self importance, but they didn't hate her
either.
   Before I let them up, I told them that from that time forward, they
would address me as Master and would wait in my presence quietly if they
needed something; until I acknowleged them.
   Mandi and Mindi were coming along nicely.  They were quite good slaves,
but lacked most usable skills around the house.  I decided that it was time
that I got some physical relief, since I going to have four naked women
around me most of the day, every day.
   I took Mandi to bed when I was through speaking with them.  I wanted to
find out what her skill level was.  It became clear that her only
expereince was in sucking pussy and that technically she was still a
virgin. She and Mindi both had lost their hymen to a large dildo with the
other sister.  Neither one had ever been with a boy or man.
   Mandi was very nervous, wanting to please me but not knowing how to
start.  I started her undressing me and had her touch and kiss my body as
she uncovered it and basically do what she would want done to her if the
roles were reversed.  She was a fast learner.  She had been hurrying to get
my clothes off and I told her that it was more arousing to go slowly.  Her
enthusiasm made up for her inexperience.
   She stroked and kissed on my chest and nipples once she had my shirt
off, but her hands continued in down to my pants, releasing the belt and
zipper and allowing my pants to fall to the floor as she slid her tongue
down my chest and stomach to the top of my boxers.  Mandi's thumbs caught
the elastic on the way down and slipped them down and over my hard dick.
   Now my dick is only average at almost seven inches and just under an
inch and a half across, but it was the first real one that she had ever
seen up close.  She finished getting me out of my clothes and started
working on my dick with her hands and tongue.
   I had not had sex with a woman in several years and I thought that she
was doing a very good job for her first time, besides stroking my dick
gently, her hands cupped and fondles my balls and she kissed an licked them
like a lollypop.
   And then like she had been doing it all her life, she took the swollen
head and sucked my dick into her mouth and danced the flamenco on its head
with her tongue.  I was ready to cum and fill her mouth when she grabbed
the base between her fingers and pulled her mouth off for a short time, and
I came back down to a less urgent need in my loins.  I wondered where she
learned to do that.
   As she sucked slowly rebuilding the need, she fingered and toyed with my
asshole; that coupled with the sucking and fondling of my balls, I was
getting close again.  I stopped her and had her get on the bed and lay on
her back.  With her legs together, I crawled up to her face and placed my
mouth over hers and kissed her passionately, my tongue entering her mouth,
found her tasting sweet and pleasant and playing chase with her tongue.
   I kissed her face and down her neck, my tongue sampling her taste her as
I went.  Her smell and taste were soft and delicate.  I slid my tongue down
between her breasts and started playing connect the dots with her freckles
as my tongue made circles around her breast climbing steadily toward her
outstandingly large nipple.  my tongue tip brushed across it and she inhale
sharply at the delicious feeling it invoked; the nipple stood up hard and
proud a full half inch and almost that wide.
   Both breasts were very sensitive to the loving attention that I was
giving them, attested to by the loud moaning coming from her, and remained
so, as I moved on down to her navel.  I tickled and blew some bubbles on
her lower stomach and then drew a wet line down through her well trimmed
red bush onto the top of her mons; the hair soft and curly.
   The musky smell of a woman that infiltrated my lust was overlaid by a
sweetness that I did not recognize.  As I moved down, her legs sparated
even more and the sweetness rose from the center of her petals; her pussy
opening like a flower.  I tasted her wetness and it was sweeter than honey
and indescribable as I had never tasted anything quite like her moisture.
   I work around her labia with my tongue, occasionally dipping in the the
well of pleasure and licking up her drippings from her ass to her clit;
spending just enough time at each end to push her to the top of her arousal
but not over.  She began begging to be allowed to cum.  I told her very
clearly that it was not about her pleasure, but mine and if she came before
I allowed it, she would be disciplined.
   I know that she heard me because she answered, "Yes, Master;" but she
was so near her orgasm that there was no way that she could keep from
coming if I continued to push her as hard as I was doing, and I did; I suck
her clit into my mouth and whipped it with my tongue and then bit down on
it gently and pulled it through my teeth and she came and nearly squeezed
my head off in her firm muscled thighs.
   As she back down from the best climax that she had ever had, it struck
her that she had just cum without my permission and she began apologizing
for her disobedience and acknowleging that she should be puinshed for her
disobedience.
   I agreed with her and told her that I would take care of it in due time
and that she was to continue pleasing me until I told her to stop.  Her
lubricant which was flowing down her legs, was as thick as warm honey and
its fragrance filled the air.
   I sat up on my knees and turned her over on her knees and lifted her ass
up and entered her pussy in one stroke.  As tight as she was, her
lubrication was as slick as teflon and I slid all the way in.  I had never
felt anyone as tight and hot and wet as Mandi.  It was everything that I
could do to keep from coming; so I held as still in her as I could; that is
until she started to milk my cock with her pussy muscles.
   My experience with women was limited to a couple of girls in high school
and then my wife, and although I had heard about it, none of them prepared
me for what I was experiencing just then.  It was incredible; she was
fucking me and neither one of us was visibly moving.
   I gave her a couple of strokes and blasted my cum into her; I wanted to
at least be able to say I had been there and had been a participant.
   I fell to the bed, exhausted and she immediately cleaned my cock with
her tongue and then proceeded to scoop the combined mixture of our cum into
her mouth, until she was as clean as she could get herself without leaving
the bed.
   She began working on my cock again, but gently; caressing its length
with her fingers; stroking and lightly squeezing the balls.  The she
wrapped her small hands around its base and moved her hand slowly up and
down its length, squeezing and releasing pressure as she went.  I responded
almost immediately, my cock returning to full erection in just a few
minutes.
   She dropped her mouth down over the head and slid on down its length
until she had it all the way in and my hair was tickling her nose.  She
held it there for three or four minutes, swallowing with her throat muscles
and licking with her tongue and sucking the shaft that was still in her
mouth.  She was caressing and lightly squeezing my balls and I was getting
close to coming again, when she jammed two fingers up my ass.  I came until
I was drained dry and the climax nearly knocked me out.
   To say I was pleased with her performance, would be an understatement. I
asked her where she learned the skills to do what she had just done.  That
was when she admitted to me that her mother's youngest sister had taught
her and Mindi a few things on how to please a man.  Her aunt Maureen was a
courtesan for a man that I had done business with on several occasions.
   I asked Mandi if Mindi was as good in bed as she was.  She hung her head
low and blushed and told me that the sorry slave that she was could not
hold a candle to her sister Mindi; their aunt had called Mindi a natural
born fuck slave.  There was not anything that she wouldn't do, including
die for her master if that was what he required.
   Mandi didn't want me to think that she had lied to me; that I was truely
the first man that she or her sister had been with.
   I told Mandi to go get Mindi and bring her to me.  She scurried out of
the room quickly and was back in only a couple of minutes.  I had Mandi
kneel beside the bed, facing away.
   Mindi was trembling with excitement and her skin was in a blush that
covered her whole body.  I commanded her to kneel on the bed between my
legs, with her knees wide and her hands behind her head.  I lifted my legs
and had her move as close to me as she could get.
   I could smell her arousal and it was every bit as good as Mandi had
smelled.  I dipped my fingers into the honey pot and drew out a taste for
myself and was pleased that she was every bit as good tasting as Mandi.
   I stroked her labia lightly, occasionally dipping between the folds for
moisture to spread around; moving from her center to her clit and back to
her pink crinkly puckered little asshole.  While I was doing that i told
her that she was not allowed to cum under any circumstances, unless I told
her that she could.  She acknowleged that she heard what I had said.
   I began my assault on her clit, her moaning went from a purr to a growl.
I grabbed a hand full of her left tit and squeezed it hard; I pulled her to
me and took her nipple into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could; causing
her mixture of pain and pleasure.  I switched to her other nipple and bit
down on it and chewed on it without drawing blood, but causing her more
pleasurable pain.
   I could see that she was close to coming, but I was also seeing that she
was trying hard to hold back the climax that she was tittering on the brink
of.  I stopped what I was doing completely and told her to back up a
little. I commanded her to put my whole cock in her mouth and suck me off
and not to remove it until I told her that she could.
   Since I had just gotten off twice with Mandi, I didn't think that I
could get off again for a while.  Her mouth dropped down over my cock and
slid all the way down in one try.  Mindi gave head every bit as good and
Mandi.  I knew that Mandi had drained every drop of cum I had, but Mindi
was intent on getting more out of me and I could feel my body trying to
give her what she wanted.
   I pushed her head all the way down and told her not to move it, no
matter what.  She continued to suck and swallow and lick with abandon.  I
could see that she was starting to struggle for breathe, but held her place
as instructed; I came hard and it hurt and she got maybe a teaspoon worth
cum.  She swallowed it without complaint and stayed where she had been
placed, until she passed out.
   I pulled her from my cock and she took a deep breath and a smile came to
her face as she started to wake.  I knew without a doubt that she would
indeed have died right there if I had not pulled her free of my cock.  She
had trusted me with her life and I had spared her; she proclaimed her
undying love for me, her Master.
   I was still on my back and I told her that if she could get me up again,
that she could ride me to a climax.  Hestitantly she asked if Mandi could
help her with the task.  I looked over at Mandi and she was trembling with
desire and breathing very hard; I gave my permission.  Mandi bounced onto
the bed without being told twice.
   The sight of the two sisters working on my cock together trying to get
me up was extremely arousing.  Mindi let Mandi concentrate on my cock. 
Mandi turned in a sixty nine position which put her pussy right over my
face as she started sucking on my cock again as she drew my legs up under
her arms.  I immediately sank my face into her pussy and took my fill of
her essence and some of my left over cum.
   Mindi, in the mean time, waited for my ass to be raised into view, and
then her mouth clamped on to my ass with a great suction and her tongue
went to work, first teasing the crinkled hole and then pushing her tongue
as far in as she could get it.  She worked at it until she had it very wet
then pushed two fingers in a finger fucked me.  When she had it relaxed
enough for two fingers, she stuck her tongue back in to wet it some more,
and then pushed four fingers in.
   The minor pain of have her fingers in my ass, and the exquisite pleasure
of the blowjob I was getting from Mandi, had me up and hard again.  She
made Mandi sit up over my face and she climbed over my cock and settled
down on it for a first time ride on a male cock.  Her pussy muscles sucked
my cock the way Mandi's had as she slowly shifted her ass back and forth,
rubbing her clit on my cock.
   The sisters were making out as they slowly ground their pussies into me;
moaning and sighing into each other's mouth.  I reached in between them and
grabbed a nipple on each of them and began pulling twisting and pinching
them, causing their moans to get louder.  Mandi was getting close again and
I and Mindi could tell.  Mindi slapped Mandi hard in the face and told her
not to cum until I told her she could.
   She slapped her twice more to keep her from coming.  Then I lifted her
off my face just enough to tell her to cum and then dropped her back down
and grabbed her clit in my teeth and lashed it with my tongue until she
blasted into another heavy climax.  When I had licked up all her cum that
had gushed out over my face and mouth, I pushed her off and pulled Mindi
down on to my chest; her lips to mine.
   She was quite the duelist, her tongue sensually dancing in my mouth as I
tasted her fresh young flavor.  She tasted a little of me and her sister
and something distinctly different, but quite good.
   This fuck was about getting her to cum, but she was in no hurry and
since I had little feel left; she could take as long as she wanted.  I was
enjoying just holding her close as she fucked herself on my cock.  Mandi
had laid down next to us and was kissing us and joining in the dance of
tongues; switching from one to the other.
   Mindi finally decided to speed up her cum; she sat up and began to move
faster and faster; up and down in a circular motion, making certain that my
cock was touching her everywhere there was a nerve to touch to stimulate
and arouse her to the point of climax.
   At last she jammed her pussy down hard on my cock and started to spasm
and went still and rigid, with the exception of her internal muscles, which
alternated between squeezing my cock and milking it.  Then every muscle in
her body convulsed and she dropped on to my chest as her pussy spasmed for
five more minutes.  Surprised as hell, I came again, although there was
very little evidence to show for it.
   I could tell that I was going to be sore tomorrow.
   Mandi cleaned us both off, since we had not moved for five minutes after
we had cum.
   All of this had started early one morning and since it was now close to
lunch I was getting hungry.  I had Mandi and Mindi go get the other two and
bring them to me.  I gave them a nipple clamp with a leash attached and
told them to attach the clamp to their left nipples and have them get down
on their knees and follow them back to me.
   After a short time, I heard some angry shouting and then silence.  Soon
the twins were leading Alyson and Joanne in on their leashes.  Each woman
had a red stripe on her ass and her tits and the twins had a wide grin on
their faces.  I asked if there had been a problem and Mindi told me that
there was nothing worth mentioning.
   I found out from Alyson later that Mindi had whipped them both hard for
resisting and had asked if they had really wanted to take the chance that I
had not really sent for them.  They had both decided that it would be
better if they complied and be made fools of than to be wrong and chance
discipline from me.
   It was my understanding that Joanne was the better of the two women at
cooking, so I told her to take Mandi with her to the kitchen and teach her
how to prepare a lunch worth eating.  The meal wasn't fancy, but looked and
tasted great.  It was a tossed salad topped with cold-cuts and a homemade
vinaigrette dressing.
   I complemented them for a fine job on the meal.  Joanne had a slight
smile on her face and Mandi just glowed.
   After lunch, I gathered them in the family room and had them line up,
side-by-side on their knees.  I explained to them that it was time for me
to discipline two of them who had failed to do as instructed; Mandi and
Alyson.
   I told them that they would each receive ten stripes and that they were
to count them and thank me.  I also told them that screaming or moving or
talking would earn them more.
   I took Mandi first and had her place her hands flat on the coffee table
and spread her legs.  I removed my belt and laid down the first stripe with
a resounding crack.  She grunted loadly but count one and said "Thank you
Master." She took all ten stoically and with no screaming, although tears
began to flow around the fourth stripe.
   When I was done, I gave her a kiss and gave her red hot ass a little
squeeze.
   I then had Alyson assume the correct position for her discipline, and
although her beautiful firm round ass begged to be fucked, it needed
something else just now.
   I laid on the first stripe and she screamed out, "SHiiiiiitt!!!".  I
reminded her what I had said and told her that since she screamed that I
was adding five more to the count and since she didn't count, the first one
was for free.  She started crying right then and didn't stop, but she did
take the rest well and counted each time, although a times it was difficult
to understand through the crying.
   When I was through with her, I gave her a kiss as well and lightly
stroked her ass to keep from hurting her, now tender butt, too much.  I
think that this was the turning point for her, because she began to stop
resisting the program teaching and started to become cooperative with me
and the twins.  Within a week, I took her to my bed as well.
   Even though Alyson had been married, she was the least experienced of
the four.  She had married a man, well a boy really, who knew nothing about
pleasuring a woman, and what he did know was useless because it was stupid
old wives tales and idiocy from ignorant young men.  So he threw her away
instead of learning to make her his in every way.
   Her blond hair and ocean deep blue eyes were captivating, as were her
beautiful breasts and large nipples.  I had required all four of the women
to keep their pussies shaved clean.  Her clit was errect and pushing out of
its hiding place and her labia were full and folded out to open the flower
of her sex.  Her aroma was full and heady and she was perfumed in lilac and
lavender.
   I crawled between her open and outstretched legs.  I could see the pride
in her face that she was being allowed to serve me this way.  Because of
her inexperience, I allowed Mandi and Mindi to be with her to guide and
encourage her.  They lay beside her and kissed and stroked her as I worked
my way up the inside of her thighs, kissing and licking and nipping at her
as I progressed toward that part of her that was already flowing with milk
and honey.
   As I reached her pussy, I teased around it for some time, licking a
sucking the loose skin of her labia; only occasionally flicking across her
clit or the brown pucker of her ass.  From the way she inhailed as I
crossed her anus, I could see that she was especially sensitive back there.
Then I focused on her clit.
   As I was licking her clit, I pushed two fingers in her pussy and finger
fucked her to near climax several times.  Then I wet a finger on the other
hand and worked it into her ass.  She had always been taught that it was a
violation of nature to put anything in her asshole, so when I got it in and
she found that it was highly sensitive and erotic she came squirting a
better load of cum than I expected; wetting not only my face but my chest
as well.
   I moved up to take her and stopped at her big luscious tits, reveling in
their perfection.  As I came to her sweet red lips and kissed her, she
asked me to be gentle because I was so much bigger than Johnny (Her
ex-husband).
   I was not that big at seven and a half inches, but evidently he was
smaller still.
   As I entered her, she was very tight, much tighter than the twins, but
she was extremely wet and was flowing freely, so with a little effort I
slipped in with four easy pushes.  When I bottomed out, I could feel the
heat of her body trying to boil the juices around my cock.  She has the
most sensuous feeling pussy I had been in to that date; like rubbing my
cock in hot mink.
   I held it still enjoying the feel of her around my cock, until I noticed
that she was wanting my cock fucking her instead of just laying there.  I
proceeded to give her what her body wanted and that turned out to be a hard
pounding.
   Early on I had forbade any of them to masterbate unless I gave them
permission and I had given none of them permission to date, so Alyson, who
was used to being used on a regular basis, went from occasionally to zero
sex for the last six weeks, and she was extremely horny and needed loving
very badly.
   She responded quickly and reached her peak in short minutes; before she
came I pushed her legs higher, pulled out of her pussy and thrust my cock
to the hilt in her ass.  She went totally rigid and nearly threw me off the
bed with her legs as she came so hard it had to be as painful as it was
good.
   She stayed as stiff as a board for two or three minutes with her climax;
When it was over she exclaimed, "Ooohh my god, that was so good, I never
knew that it could be good, let alone a spiritual experience." She smiled
as I went back to pumping my cock into her.  I could see that she was
rapidly buliding to another climax; which was good for me, because I was
about to blow my nuts but good.
   We came together this time and it was as good for me as anytime with the
twins and they were exceptional.
   I lay down on the bed beside her and the twins, began to clean our messy
comings.  Mindi tried to get me hard again, but I could only get it up part
way, I was that satisfied.  Alyson, on the other hand, came three more
times as the girls cleaned her from toes to nose, and then fell into a deep
slumber.  I napped as well, covered with three very warm bodies.
   From that time and for three more weeks, I had a great deal more
problems with Joanne acting out, where she had to be disciplined.
   Then one day I had had to punish her three times, and had reached my
limit with her.  I had sent her to her room and was talking with Alyson
about her.  I had said that I was tired of having to deal with her
childishness and was thinking of sending her away.
   Alyson told me that she had spoken with her a few times and had found
out some things about her life that may help me learn how to deal with her.
First, she had been abandoned by her mother when she turned ten and then
her father abused her verbally until she was sixteen and then sold her to
her husband, who used her as a sex toy until she was eighteen and then
married her, and then turned around and sold her to you.  She doesn't feel
that she belongs anywhere, and that no one, not even you, cares about her.
   I listened sadly to what she told me and knew that I was partly to blame
for her actions, by not telling her what I was feeling about her; and only
just then did it occur to me that I had deeper feeling for her than I
realized.
   I went to Joanne's room to talk to her.  At that point, I really didn't
know what to say to her.  She was curled up in the fetal position, on her
sleeping mat, in the corner of the room.  She had been crying, but the look
that she gave me when I entered the room was almost feral.
   I walked over to her, to try and talk with her, but about half way
across the room, I could see her visibly try to back farther into the
corner.  I stopped where I was and sat down on the floor.  I could see the
pain and anger and mistrust in her eyes.  She was sure that I had come to
tell her that I had sold her to someone else.
   As I sat there just watching her and waiting, for I don't know what, I
started to cry; understanding the pain, the fear and the rejection that she
must be feeling, and on top of that the guilt that I was feeling for adding
to that pain.
   After about ten minutes, her body language began to change; she became
less defensive and softer in her appearance, I guess more empathetic. 
Slowly she came out of the corner and crawled over to me.  She held me in
her arms as a mother holds her child when they are hurt.  As I continued to
sob and cry she started to kiss me and stroke me and told me that
everything would be okay.  It was the first time that she called me Master,
but not the last.
   When I had calmed down enough to stop crying, I looked into her eyes and
for the first time since she had come to me, I saw the real Joanne; a
loving caring person, who just wanted what we all want, to be loved and
cared for.  I realized then that I cared for her in a way I had not cared
for anyone since my wife died.
   I pulled her into my lap and kissed her; the most passionate kiss I had
bestowed on anyone in my life.  I would like to tell that I took her right
there on the floor, but it was a mutual giving of our selves to each other.
We made love for more than an hour and then we fucked for the rest of the
day.  She gave herself willingly, every part of herself; body, mind and
heart.
   After that, she willingly accepted the training and even helped me
improve it.  Within a week, I married her, but she still calls me Master. I
added the other three women as wives, but she runs the household.  Joanne
is pregnant with our fifth child and each of the other women have had three
children and are also pregnant; the twins are both carrying twins this
time.
   It is challenging for me having seventeen naked females running around
the house, and that's not counting the twelve or so female slave/servants;
so far we have had no boys, but I keep trying.
   The women are also teaching in our school.  They are learning the basics
like any school, but these children are the children of slaves and slaves
themselves, so their curriculum is a little different according to what
their owners want for and from them.  They are taught how to work at the
profession their masters have chosen for them.  They are also being taught
the arts of sexual pleasure and sexual serving.
   Joanne and the twins, teach an advanced class for husbands and wives and
adult slaves.  I participate in these classes when I am not playing with or
taking care of our children.
   I have to go now, my wives and slaves have called to remind me that I
promised to fuck them all before bedtime; and it's not even seven o'clock
yet.  It is tough being a Master; so much responsibility.  If I had it all
to do over again, knowing what I know now, I would have started sooner.
   Someday I may tell you about some of the things that have happened at
the school.
   The End
   Wkclsstiff@yahoo.com
  
Yes Master