Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 12

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Twelve

� � � �I have made a decision.� I want Betsy Collins to be my slave, live in 24/7 sex slave.� Sadly, Jim Collins has passed away nearly a year ago.� Yes, I have been dominating Betsy Collins, and am thinking about making her a 24/7 sex slave.� But, having said that, I have other important things to do.� I have a daughter who wants to get married, and we must make preparations.� I sat down with Chris and Megan to determine what they expected from their wedding.� We all agreed that a BDSM Master/slave wedding would not be possible.� There was just not enough time to prepare for that, and some of our �vanilla� relatives would not understand.� They decided to have a �vanilla� wedding, and have the reception be BDSM in nature.

� � � �In the interim, I had business with Betsy.� I made a date with her for dinner.� I picked her up precisely at 7:30 PM.� It was about a forty five minute drive to the country club.� Betsy was beautiful.� She greeted me at the door with a passionate kiss.� I told her to stand back and walk around so I could appreciate how she was dressed, and what she looked like.

� � � �Incredible!� I don’t have any other word to use.� She was wearing a cream colored silky blouse and a dark brown skirt.� Dark brown hose covered her incredible (there’s that term again) legs.� Her feet were shod in dark brown patent leather high heels.� Her tan skin, dark brown reddish hair and sparkling blue eyes were devastating.� Her skirt was tailored to fit tastefully tight, the hem of which was several inches above her knees.� I was sure she would have to be careful when sitting down to keep the tops of her stockings from showing.� It was obvious her blouse was made just for her.� While it buttoned down the front, there were no buttons on the blouse above her nipples.� This meant she was showing a delightful amount of cleavage.� The slope of her breasts could be seen.� There was nothing she could do to reduce the amount of breast she was showing� It was also obvious that she was wearing no bra.� I assumed she had no panties on, either.

� � � �As we were traveling in my car to the restaurant, Betsy made sure she pulled her skirt up so I could see her cunt, her naked cunt.� I could see the brown garter belt used to hold up her stockings.� My cock was raging as I was running my hand up and down her creamy nylon covered thigh and slipping it down, and into her soaking cunt.� By the time we arrived at the restaurant, she was about to cum, but I would not allow it..� I wanted to take my cock out so Betsy could stroke it, or suck it, but how would I get out of the car at the restaurant?� I was wearing a sport jacket which would help cover my erect cock, and erect it was.� Oh, well, we will deal with that later.

� � � �We had a fantastic dinner.� We controlled ourselves.� You see, I had a plan.� My plan was to have a rather ordinary dinner, then adjourned to my place and proposed that Betsy become my live in sex slave.� I wanted it this way so by the time she either turned me down, or accepted her slavery to me, she would know exactly what was expected of her.

� � � �True to my plan, we did return to my house after dinner.� I think Betsy was confused,� I didn’t make her undress in the car, and I didn’t make her suck my cock on the way home.� I didn’t bind or cuff her hands behind her back.� When we got to my place I took her to the living room in stead of the basement.� I sat her in an easy chair in the living room.� I gave her a glass of wine and sat down in another easy chair, facing her.� Betsy sipped her wine, but I could tell she was wondering why tonight was so different.

� � � ��Betsy, tonight is different, because it is very important to the both of us. I want to say some thing to you, and I would appreciate you remaining quiet, quiet until I finish, then we can talk.� Do you understand?�

� � � �Betsy paused then answered, �No, not really.� I suspect I will when you say what you want to say.� I really want to hear what’s on your mind.�

� � � �Smiling and sipping my wine, I replied, �Well, here goes.� I want you to be my 24/7 live in sex slave.� I want you to live with me, much as a wife, but also as my complete, bound, naked sex slave.� We would live like all the neighbors, to outward appearances, but you will be my sex slave, living by a whole different set of rules.� The reason I am doing this, like this, is because I don‘t want to be distracted.� You are a woman of incredible beauty.� If you were naked right now, and possibly bound, I am afraid my cock would do my thinking for me, and we would not get anything done.� This is important, so I am trying to stay in control.�

� � � �I could see a smile on her beautiful face, and the look of heated lust in her eyes.� I felt good about this evening, and its possible out come.� I continued with what I wanted to say.

� � � ��As my sex slave, you will live here, be subject to my every sexual and sadistic whim.� You already have a taste of what that is like.� The word �no� will no longer part of your lexicon.� You will subject to what ever I want.� Yes, you will be bound, whipped and downright tortured.� You will never be injured, maimed, or even have your beautiful skin broken.� It will, however, bear the striations of my whip, and a bruise or two.� You nipples may be tender sore from my clamps and whip.� Additionally, no sex act will be refused.� Any refusal, or reluctance to obey, questioning me on what I am doing to, and with you will result in instant punishment.� This will be punishment quick and harsh, and will continue until you submit to what ever I wanted to do.�

� � � �I took a sip of wine, then continued, �While here, or some other private place, you will always be naked, wearing high heel shoes.� You may also be required to were a leather collar, wrist and ankle cuffs so it is easy to make you helpless.� When we are in public, you will dress like you did tonight.� You will be classy, yet seductive, discretely displaying your body as I decide.� I know this is not a surprise to you, but I wanted you to hear it from my mouth before you commit yourself to be my sex slave.�

� � � �Betsy seemed aroused.� Several times her hand started down her body to her pussy, but stopped just above it.� She brushed her nipple several times.� It was obvious her breath was coming quicker.�

� � � �I paused to let her digest what I had said, then pushed on, �Lastly, you will be given to any number of people whom I think are worthy of you slavery.� You will submit to anyone I give you to.� You will be bound and tormented just as I do to you.� You will be required to fuck them, suck them, or any other sex act they require of you.� If you refuse to submit to them, you will be punished, tormented and tortured until you submit.� If we have house guests who know you are my sex slave, you will always be naked when they are here, even if I don‘t let them touch you.� There will be times when you will be bound, and possibly gagged when we have house guests.� If that be the case, it is because I want you that way.� Of course, there will be house guests who will be allowed to have their way with you..� If I think you should be dressed, I will tell you. I am sure there are other things which will be put upon you, but that seems to be the gist of what it would be like being my sex slave.� Now that I have said my piece, I suppose it is natural for you to talk to me now, and let me know what you think of what I have just proposed.�

� � � �Betsy sat there, sipping her wine, looking over her wine glass with those beautiful� deep blue eyes.� I noticed her wine glass was trembling, ever so slightly.� She remained silent, as if trying to gather her fortitude and regain her voice.� When she spoke, her voice was shaky and a little �husky�.

� � � ��Wow, you did have a lot to say.�� Betsy paused, then continued, �Jack, I think you know how I feel about you.� I have always enjoyed the way you make me feel when you dominate me.� I have long admitted my masochistic leanings, even compulsions, and I accept them, even embrace them.� I cannot change, I am a slave, a sex slave, and was meant to be a sex slave.� I have wondered what it would be like to be a slave to you.� I think I had my mind made up some time back, so tonight my answer comes easy.� Yes, or maybe I should say, ‘Yes Sir’, I want to be your sex slave.� I think I love you, love you very much.� I also desire you, very much.� I surrender to you.� Please, make me your sex slave.�

� � � �I smiled, �There is another thing.� I want to collar you, making you wear my slave collar.� Do you consent?�

� � � �With a dreamy lust laden smile, Betsy replied, �Yessir, I would love to wear your collar.�

� � � �I looked at her, and said, �Sweet Slave, I want you to stand up and remove your blouse and skirt.�

� � � �Betsy stood up in front of the easy chair, facing me.� Her trembling fingers unbutton her blouse as she removed it.� She is magnificent.� Reaching down to her waist, she unbuttoned her skirt and moved the sipper down letting the skirt drop to the floor.� She stepped out of the skirt, and bent to pick it up.� She placed her skirt on the chair next to her blouse.� Putting her hands behind her neck, she turned around slowly, letting me see and admire her.� Lately, every time I have seen Betsy, I had her pose thusly.

� � � ��Betsy, open the drawer in the end table next to your chair.� There you will find a pair of police handcuffs and a leather strap with a penis gag attached.� Gag yourself, tightly, then handcuff yourself with your hands behind your back.� Make sure they are tight on your wrists.�

� � � �I watched this beauty as she bent to retrieve the items from the end table.� To watch her move was exciting.� My cock ached as I watched her breasts sway with her movement and hang beautifully when she bent over.� Betsy put the penis gag in her mouth.� She was looking at me as she buckled the straps holding the gag in her mouth.� She pulled the straps tight, pushing the gag deep in her mouth.� Her eyes never left mine.� The handcuffs were next.� In a moment, with the ratcheting of the handcuffs, Betsy had made herself helpless.� Naked, gagged and helpless.� I made her stand there, turning slowly showing off herself while I undressed.� It was a relief to release my cock from its confines.� The whole time I was undressing Betsy was watching..� I could see her nipples were hard with arousal.

� � � �I walked to her, taking her in my arms and hugging her.� I kissed her gagged mouth as I fondled her breasts.� She was incredible.�

� � � �I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and said.� �You know I will love you,, and take care of you.� But, you must also know I will be harsh with you, and at times downright cruel, don’t you?� Are you sure this what you want?�

� � � �I felt Betsy’s body tremble against me.� As I looked into her pretty blue eyes, I saw a small tear form in each one.� Betsy raised her gagged face to me and nodded her pretty head, then laid it on my chest as she pressed her body tighter to mine.� My cock pulsed against her silky belly.�

� � � �I wanted to remove the handcuffs as they are a little too rough, especially when fucking a slave.� Using a leather strap, I bound Betsy’s elbows, pulling them tightly together.� After removing the handcuffs, I secured her wrists with another strap.� I turned her back to me so I could see her eyes and face.� I was fondling her breasts, teasing her nipples and I looked into her pretty eyes.� I ran my hand down to her cunt, slipping a finger inside.� She was hot and wet.� I hugged her again, pulling her to my body, all the time looking into her eyes.

� � � �In a near whisper, I asked, �You are afraid of what I am going to do to you, aren’t you?�

� � � �Betsy nodded her head as her body trembled ever so slightly.

� � � ��Even though you are afraid, I think you still want me to do what ever I want to you.� Am I correct?�

� � � �Betsy closed her eyes and nodded her head, a little more emphatically.

� � � ��Do you want me to show you any mercy?�

� � � �Without hesitation. Betsy moved her head side to side, indicating �no�.

� � � ��What if I decided to hold you here, incognito, as my sex slave and bound prisoner, for as long as I want, and the world would never know.� Do you want that?�

� � � �Tears formed in her pretty blue eyes as she nodded her head again.

� � � ��I think you love me, and you don’t care what I do to, or with you.� Is that correct?�

� � � �With tears running down her pretty gagged face, Betsy nodded her head, then pressed her body against mine as she pressed her head against my chest.� My cock was nearly at the exploding point.� I didn’t dare touch it as I knew it erupt into a near debilitating climax.

� � � ��Pretty slave, we have business in the basement.�

� � � �I grasped her upper arm and pushed her towards the stair way leading to the basement.� I took her to the whipping post, the one I had modified with the hinged dildo mounted on the post.� I pushed Betsy’s back against the post.� Before tying her there I raised the hinged rubber cock and buried it in her cunt.� Locking it into position, she now stood with her back to the whipping post, impaled and helpless to move by her cunt.� Next, I used two long lengths of rope to bind her breasts.� Wrapping the ropes tightly around the base of each breast, I caused them to balloon from her chest, making them more sensitive, and more vulnerable to my whip.� There was uncomfortable pressure on her bound breasts.� I pulled the ropes up and ran them through a ring at the top of the whipping post.� I pulled the ropes up tight, pulling her bound breast up and placing a lot of her weight on her breasts.� Now her cunt was impaled on the hinged dildo and she was hanging by her breasts.� My cock throbbed with the beat of my heart.� She was the most magnificent slave prisoner I have ever seen.

� � � �I kissed her gagged mouth, and said, �Sweet Slave, I am going to whip you.� Even if you changed your mind about submitting to me, it is too late.� You are mine.�

� � � �Betsy, with arousal in her pretty eyes, she nodded her head, again.� She is a magnificent specimen of a beautiful woman, and an awesome slave.� I walked to the wall and selected a medium weighted flogger type whip.� My cock was so hard it was almost painful.� Picking up the whip, I walked to Betsy.� The whole time she was watching me, especially my rigid cock.

� � � �I grasped her chin and raised her face to me, and said, �Slave, I notice that you like to look at my cock.� Well, let’s set a new rule.� When my cock is exposed, you are to look at it constantly.� No where else but my cock, unless told otherwise.� My cock is an important part of me, therefore it is your master.� Understand?�

� � � �Betsy trembled again, and nodded her head.� I squeezed and kissed her breasts, then slapped them several times.� Then my hand moved down to her sweet smooth hairless cunt.� My finger slipped into her soaking pussy next to the impaling dildo and teased her clit.� Even though her cunt was impaled on the rubber cock, her hips were attempting to move and hump my hand.� I slapped her cunt.

� � � ��No slave, no cum for you, at least not now.� We have other business we must take care of.�

� � � �Backing away slightly, I raised my whip and brought is sharply against her tightly bound breasts.� They jiggled delightfully and settle back into position.� Normally her breasts would bounce and sway under the whip, but in this case they were bound so tightly they only jiggled deliciously.� Again my whip found its mark, this time across her nipples.� I picked up speed and severity.� Soon her breasts kept jiggling continually under my whipping.� Betsy was crying and screaming into her gag.� I wanted to take her past the masochistic pleasure of being whipped to the pain of being whipped.� When Betsy started to cry, I knew I was there.� I stopped a leaned down to kiss her breasts, specifically her nipples..� In a moment or two, the cries turned to moans of pleasure.�� I stood again, and lashed out at her breasts five more times each.� The tears returned.

� � � �Moving down, I started to whip her proffered cunt.� I love this modification to my whipping post.� Depending on whether a slave is facing the shipping post, or her back is to it, her ass or cunt is very vulnerable to the whip.� In this case, Betsy’s beautiful cunt was my target.� Before very long, she was feeling the full brunt of my whip against the delicate area.� Her sobbing was continuous now.� I lowered my whip to the fronts of her thighs.� Her ankles were not bound so she danced a �slaves dance�, moving and attempting to jump away from the whip.� She could not as she was held fast, by her impaled cunt and bound breasts.

� � � �Finally, I adjusted my whip so it would reach around her, striking the backs of her thighs and her ass.� When I finished Betsy was sobbing into her gag.� I had left striations and welts on her beautiful body.� She was well whipped.� I had just whipped a woman harder and longer that I have ever done before.� I have to admit it was exhilarating.� My cock had never been more rigid,� When I figured she had endured enough, I stopped and threw my whip onto the bed.�

� � � �I sat down on an easy chair, sitting there looking at Betsy.� I did not dare stroke my cock, it would have erupted.� When Betsy settled down and her crying ceased, I went to her.� First, I lowered the hinged dildo, sliding it out of her pussy.� Betsy moaned.� It seemed to me it was a sound of disappointment.� I put my hand against her heated pussy, and found it was literally oozing sweet pussy juices.� After lowering the rope which were pulling at her breasts, and removing the ropes binding them, I hugged her, kissing he gagged mouth.� I also kissed and sucked her nipples. Betsy pressed her body against mine, even harder than before her whipping.� I raised her face to mine and kissed her gagged mouth again, then kissing the tears from her pretty blue eyes.� I removed the gag from her mouth, then put my lips to hers, kissing her.� Betsy’s response was hot, passionate, and lingering.� Her hot tongue dueled with mine.� When at last I broke the kissed, I cupped her chin and looked into her eyes again.

� � � ��Slave, you have had a taste of what is in store for you if you continue to be my slave.� I’ll give you a chance to back out, right now.� If you elect to stay, I will keep you for my sex slave for as long as I want.� Do you understand?� What is your choice?�

� � � �Betsy answered, barely above a lust laden whisper, �Jack, sir, I am your slave.� I love you.� Keep me forever.�

� � � �I kissed Betsy again, then put her on a near by bed and fucked her until we both succumbed to earth shattering climax’.� My cum was so complete, I was exhausted, laying on Betsy, her magnificent battered breasts against me and my cock buried in her delicious cunt.� Before I knew it, I fell asleep, my sexual exhaustion was so complete.� About an hour later I awoke.� Betsy was sleeping under me.� I moved, pulling my cock from her incredible cunt.� Betsy was sleeping so hard she did not feel me moving.� She stirred momentarily.� The soft light from the� bedside lamp illuminated her.� She was a beautiful creature.�

� � � �I was concerned about her arms and wrists and the blood circulation.� Gently I rolled her on her side, the whole time I was looking at her, amazed as how beautiful she was.� My cock began to stir again.� I check her arms and hands and found there was no circulation problems.� Even though her bondage was rather severe, I opted to leave her bound.� I wanted her to ask me to release her.

� � � �I lay down beside her, my belly and cock against her back, sweet ass and bound arms and hands.� I put my arm around her, �spooning� her into me.� Her steady breathing told me she was in a deep sleep.� Even so, when my cock touched her bound hands, her delicate fingers opened and grasped my cock.� What a wonderful slave, and what a fantastic way to go sleep.

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