Megan's Questions

Megan's Question

Chapter 11

Megan’s Questions

Chapter Eleven

� � � �Megan’s birthday �party� was a celebration� It has been several days since this gathering and she was still walking around the house fondling her stainless steel slave collar.� I swear she had been more aroused since she has been collared.� I am glad I did it.� She will remain my collared slave until she gets married, and then hopefully her new husband understand what a treasure she is and will be her master.� I want Megan to be happy, and she will be the happiest if she is a sex slave to the man she loves and takes her as his slave.� I do worry about her.

� � � �Chris Collins came by the house yesterday.� He called before he came over, saying he wanted to talk about Megan.� It seems as if he has had second thoughts.� I was up in my office writing an article for a New York magazine when he arrived.� Megan greeted him and showed him to my office in the back of the house.� I was naked, and saw no reason to get dressed.� Naturally, Megan was in her usual slave costume, high heels, leather collar, along with leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and nothing else.

� � � �I offered Chris a seat on a little couch I have in my office.� He seemed to be somewhat uncomfortable with my nakedness, although I don’t know why.� He has seen me naked before, and has fucked my wife and step daughter, in my presence while I whipped and fucked his step mother.� Megan seemed to want to stay, but I thought better of that and told her I needed a little privacy.

� � � ��Well, Chris, what brings you to the Chandler house?’

� � � �Chris seemed to be nervous, but did answer, �Sir, I want to talk about Megan.� She means a lot to me, and I may have assumed some things�that were not mine to assume.�

� � � �I replied, �Son, I am not good with circular logic.� Why don’t we make things simple and get to the point.�

� � � �Chris cleared his throat, �Sir, I love Megan, but she is your slave.� I assumed, since you let me have her as a slave girl friend, I could call the shots, like giving her to Sam Carrigan, my friend.� He is training his soon to be wife to be a sex slave.� I was very proud of Megan and wanted him to experience her, just like I do.� Since she is not really my sex slave, I guess I didn’t have that right.�

� � � ��Chris, you are right about your assumptions.� She is my sex slave, and yes, I let you date her, and required her to be a sex slave to you.� I have given you a gift that would be treasured by any man.� But, having said that, you must understand that Megan is my first concern.� She is special, and treasure, and I will not let her be injured physically or hurt emotionally in any way.� If you had come to me and talked to me about it, and I had met your friend, then perhaps we could have let Megan experience Sam Carrigan.� I would need to make sure he understood confidentiality, and the limits I have placed on any play with Megan.� I also don’t want her injured in any way.� She is a delightful creature, and a awesome sex slave.� She will do anything she is told to do.� We need to protect her, and cherish her.�

� � � ��Mr. Chandler�,Jack�I understand all that, and I admit I made a mistake.� I am asking you for you blessing to date her again.�

� � � ��Well, OK, only if she wants to date you again.� If she does date you, then she will submit to you as in the past.� She has but one decision, and that is to date you or not.� If she says yes, then I will make sure she submits to you.� If she does not want to date you, then I am afraid you will be out of her life.� Do we understand the rules?�

� � � �Chris nodded his head, replying, �Yes Sir, thank you very much.�

� � � ��Let’s get Megan in here and settle this thing.� Oh, yeah, I will be seeing a lot more of your mother.� Just thought you should know.�

� � � �Chris smiled, �I think she wants to be your sex slave.� All she could talk about was the afternoon you two spent together.�

� � � �I called Megan into my office and had her kneel in front of me.� She knelt between my knees and her sweet hand went to my cock while the other cradled my balls.� If I were about twenty years younger, I would make her my sex slave wife in a New York minute!

� � � ��Megan, Chris wants to date you again.� I am leaving the dating question up to you.� If you decide to go out with him, again, you will do so as a sex slave, and will submit to him.� What is your answer?� Do you want to date him again?�

� � � �Megan leaned over and kissed the head of my rising cock and replied, �Yessir, I would like to date him, and I will submit to him.� What about his friend?�

� � � �I answered, �Chris and I have an understanding about that.� He is going to have his friend meet with me.� If I like this guy, and think he is �our kind of people�, then I will probably let Chris �give� you to him.�

� � � �Megan slipped my cock into her mouth for a moment, then kissed it again, �Thank you, Jack, Sir.�

� � � �I looked at Chris, �Son, I think you need to take her to the basement so you and she can get reacquainted.�

� � � �I had Megan stand and turn her back to me.� I locked her wrists together behind her back.� I looked at Chris.� He was standing, his trousers tented with a rigid cock.

� � � ��Chris she is all yours, enjoy her like you are supposed to do.�

� � � �I went back to my computer, trying to finish the article I was writing.� After I was satisfied that I had the basics down, I decided to see how Megan and Chris were doing.� I went down to the basement and found it to be empty.� I knew they had not gone very far because Chris’ clothing was still there.� It was then I noticed the steel security door, leading outside was ajar.� It was about 9:00 in the evening, so it was dark outside.� I didn’t bother to put any clothing on.� I slipped on a pair of sandals and went out the door.� Our house is located on a ten acre plot, with a great number of trees.� We have excellent privacy.

� � � �Outside of this door is the swimming pool.� The evening was beautiful and balmy� There is a underwater light in the pool, and some decorative lights around the yard giving it an air of lighted, yet secluded ambiance.� At first I did not see Chris or Megan, then I heard a muffled moan and the slap of a whip on warm flesh.� I turned to look and then I saw them,� Chris and Megan were naked under a tree near the center of the back yard at the end of the pool� I could see Chris raise a flogger whip and bring it down sharply across Megan’s pretty ass.� I walked over to where they were, and as I did so I could see Chris fondling Megan and periodically whipping her.� My cock was beginning to respond.

� � � �Chris had Megan bound and gagged, but in a different way that I had seen.� Her wrists were still locked behind her, but he had added a rather wide collar around her throat.� A rope had been tied to her wrist cuffs, and then to the back of the collar.� He had pulled the rope up short until her wrists and hands were at about the same level as her shoulder blades.� Then he tied the rope off, making sure her wrists and hands stayed up where he wanted them.� As I got closer I could also see Chris had placed Japanese Butterfly clamps on her nipples.� These are nasty spring loaded little clamping devices.� If you try to remove them from an aching nipple by pulling any attached ropes or chains, the clamps get tighter, preventing them from coming off.� There were long lengths of very heavy twine tied to the Butterfly clamps.� Chris had put the other end of the twine over a low hanging tree branch.� Having done that, he had pulled on the twine which in turn pulled up on her nipples.� Her breasts and nipples were being painfully pulled up by the twine.� Chris tied the twine off on another tree limb.� There was a great deal of stress on Megan’s nipples.� So much so that she was standing on her tip toes.� Any movement on her part would only add to the distress of her nipples and breasts..

� � � �Walking up to them, I remarked, �Wow, I love that position.� She is trapped and being held by her nipples.� I’ll have to try that some time.�

� � � �Megan was gagged and looked around at me.� Chris smiled and answered, �Yeah, my friend, Sam, told me about this.� He uses it on his slave.� I never tried it with Mom, because I wanted to do it to Megan, first.� It sure makes her helpless and doing everything she can do to cooperate.�

� � � �Stroking my cock, I answered, �Well, my compliments to Sam.� I like it.� Maybe I could use this on Betsy.�

� � � �I walked around Megan, examining her bondage.� It was brilliant.� Normally, you tie a slave with ropes so she cannot move.� In this case, she was being held by two pieces of twine.� I also like the idea of being outside while working on a slave.� There was more than enough light to see what was happening, and to appreciate the beauty of a pretty, well whipped and tortured slave.

� � � ��Chris, if you don’t mind, I would like to watch.�

� � � ��Be my guest, Mr. C.�, replied Chris.

� � � �I watched as Chris whipped Megan’s ass and the backs of her thighs.� Megan was doing a �slave dance� as she turned and moved her legs in an attempt to avoid the whip.� She would even turn about, giving Chris opportunity to whip her pussy and the fronts of her thighs.� Her bound hands, pulled high above her ass were fluttering helplessly as Chris punished her.� My cock was now at full rut.

� � � �At one point, Chris whipped the sensitive bottoms of Megan’s stretched breasts.� This new addition to her torture was causing her to cry, and even scream behind her gag.� Chris stopped is whipping of Megan and lay his whip on a nearby chair.� He walked back to Megan, walking up behind her, and wrapping he arms about her hugged her, kissed her as he slipped his finger into her cunt.� He worked his fingers in her pussy, and teased her clit.� Even though she was in pain, especially from the clamps on her breasts, Megan was moving her hips to the rhythm set by Chris‘ fingers.� It was obvious that he was working her towards a climax.� When he felt she was sufficiently aroused, he moved his hands away from her pussy and pulled her body to his with his right hand, adding a little more stress on her nipples, and with his left hand grasped the Japanese Butterfly clamp on her left breast.� Without a warning, he opened the clamp, releasing her left nipple.� Two things happened.� First, her magnificent breast dropped to its normal position, bouncing and jiggling as it did so.� Second, the pain from having a nipple unclamped is much worse than when the clamp is applied.� Megan screamed into her gag.� Chris massaged that breast and nipple.� Megan continued to sob and moan as he did so.� Just as she was settling down, he released the right nipple.� That beautiful breast dropped like the left one, juggling and bouncing into its normal position, and painful result was the same on this nipple and breast.

� � � �Chris’s fingers were working Megan’s cunt again, and again, her hips told the story.� Megan’s hips were pushing her cunt into his hands and humping his fingers, working her closer to a climax.� Her legs were trembling.� Chris didn’t stop like I expected he would do.� He pushed Megan in to a climax.� He was holding her up as she humped an invisible lover.� When her legs would no long hold her, he lay her on the lawn, on a towel he had prepared earlier.� Quickly, he went between her legs and shoved his cock into her steaming cunt.� Almost immediately, she started to cum again.� Chris kept fucking her, but in a few short moments he was cumming, even as my step daughter was climaxing again.� After a bit, they stopped moving, laying still and basking in the glow of an enormous climax for both.� Chris looked over at me and smiled,.

� � � ��Mr. C�, he said, �How’d you like to have some of this.� She’s all yours.�

� � � �I could not resist.� Chris got off Megan, pulling his receding cock from her cunt.� I got up and walked over to where Megan was laying.� She was looking up at me with� dreamy lust filled eyes.� I straddled her body, and lowered myself to her breasts, with my cock touching her gagged face.� I removed the gag and promptly pushed my cock into her sweet mouth.� Almost immediately, I could feel her sweet tongue lashing the heated head of my cock,� I proceeded to mouth fuck her until I unloaded.� It was a good climax, and I loved filling my daughters mouth with my cum.

� � � �We were sitting around the pool.� We were still naked, and Megan had been released.� She was sitting next to Chris and was stroking his spent cock.� We were talking about what had just happened, and what was in the future for Chris and Megan.� Chris was going to college some thirty miles away.� This could throw a kink in their plans.� I had a suggestion.

� � � ��Look, its only a half hour drive from here to your university.� On weekends that you can come home, you can stay here, or at your mothers.� If you stay there, then you can bring Betsy over here to entertain me.� At other times, when practical, I will let Megan go stay in your apartment at the university.� How does that sound?�

� � � �They excitedly agreed this would be a good plan.� It was obvious they were very much into each other, both emotionally, physically, and BDSM and vanilla.� Megan has no need to work for money as I have done very well and can support her.� Chris was named in his father’s will, so money is no problem for him.� They seem very concerned about not seeing each other, so this should work out very well.� I make the point about finances, because if they decide to be married, I know they can finish their education with out worrying about where the money is coming from.

� � � �Over the next year, Chris and Megan made many trips between our town and the university at McGraw.� Their love seemed very deep and it also appeared there was a future for them, together.�

� � � �Betsy and I became closer, but I still insisted on each remaining in our separate homes.� I am not sure why I felt this way, but I felt more comfortable with this arrangement.� Betsy was an excellent slave, more than any sadist could every want.� Our lives was about to take another change.� I think we expected this, but just did not know when.

� � � �Shortly after Megan’s eighteenth birthday, she and Chris came home from a date.� I was in the living room, watching a new BDSM video.� My rigid cock was buried in Betsy’s mouth.� I was on the couch while she was kneeling between my knees sucking� my cock.� I had used a piece of rope to bind her wrists behind her back.�� I also bound her breasts.� Using two long pieces of rope, I tied each strand tightly around the base of Betsy’s amazing breast.� After wrapping the rope tightly around the base of her breasts, several times, I tied the ropes off leaving a long piece of rope dangling from her tightly bound breast.� I draped the ropes back over her shoulders.� Then raising her bound wrists well up her back, I attached the breast ropes to her wrists.� Now, her bound wrists were pulling on her bound breasts.� Every time she moved her hands, wrists or arms, she would add pulling pressure on her breasts.� Her magnificent breasts appeared to be even larger.� The binding pressure on them made her breasts look even more larger and deliciously vulnerable.�

� � � �I had put Japanese Butterfly clamps on Betsy’s sensitive nipples.� Each clamp had� a long piece of twine connected to it.� I was holding the other end of the twine.� When I figured Betsy needed a little encouragement to do a better job of sucking, I pulled on the twine, adding a little more discomfort to her nipples.� As could be expected, Betsy would do her best to improve her performance.�

� � � �Chris and Megan seemed very happy, and anxious to tell us something, something important.� At that particular moment, I was very near to a climax. I asked them to wait a moment.� Megan undressed, as did Chris. They were honoring my house rule about clothing.� As they undressed, they were watching Betsy bring me to a glorious climax, then she sucked and cleaned my cock.

� � � �Betsy still had my cock in her mouth when I said, �Thanks for waiting.� Now what’s on your minds tonight?�

� � � �A smiling Megan came over to where I was sitting leaned down and kissed me as she reached down and cupped my balls.� �That was a beautiful thing to watch.� I love watching Betsy making you cum.��

� � � �Megan paused, looked back at Chris, then, with an excited look on her face she blurted out, �Er�I have something important to say.� Jack, Sir, Chris has asked me to marry him.� I want to be his wife and slave.� I am your slave, so I am asking your permission to marry Chris and be his slave.�

� � � �Betsy, being the good slave, kept her mouth on my cock until I told her she could remove it.� Her wrists were still bound with rope behind her back and still connected to, and pulling on her breasts.� I could tell she was excited and want to say something to her step son and Megan.� I grasped a hand full of her silky reddish brown hair and pulled her from my cock.

� � � ��Slave, your son wants to marry my daughter.� What say you?�

� � � �Before Betsy could say anything, Megan leaned down and kissed her.� Chris leaned down on her other side, grasping a hand full of Betsy’s bound and clamped breasts, kissing her when Megan broke her kiss.� It was a happy moment.� Megan went into the kitchen and pulled a chilled bottle of Champagne from the wine cooler.� Chris opened the bottle and poured flutes of Champagne.� We all drank a toast to the happy couple.� Since I made Betsy stay bound, her bound and her nipples clamped and on her knees between my legs, I held her glass for her.� The mood was good, the Champagne was excellent, and we were all happy about the prospects of Megan and Chris’ future.

� � � �Chris and Megan sat down beside me, excitedly telling us about their plans.� Betsy remained bound and on her knees, kissing and licking my cock.� Megan was sitting beside me, between Chris and myself.� As Betsy was kissing and licking my cock, Megan was stroking it, and holding it for Betsy to kiss and suck.

� � � ��Jack, Chris will be twenty one next week.� He is getting excellent grades at the University.� With his trust fund, we can live well until he gets his career started.� We really want to do this, and I want to be his wife and slave.�

� � � �Chris, who was reaching down, fondling his mother’s bound breasts, spoke up, �By the way, I didn’t tell Megan about this yet.� A world class software company has interviewed me, and I signed a contract with them saying I will work for them for two years after graduation.� In return, they are paying my complete tuition and expenses, along with a salary for incidentals.� When I graduate we will negotiate my salary which promises to be in six figures.�

� � � �Megan turned to Chris.� She practically jumped into his arms, kissing and hugging him.� This was a great moment for both of them � � � �

� � � �I looked at both Megan and Chris, while Megan continued to stroke my cock and Betsy was sucking it, and said, �You both have my blessing.� I am sure Betsy will help me make arrangements.� In fact, Megan, I think you and your future mother in law should do this, and Chris and I will help� you get it done.� When is the wedding?�

� � � �Chris replied, �Well, my Senior year starts in two months.� I would like for us to be married before then.� We are thinking in about six weeks.�

� � � ��That is a little soon�, I answered.� �But, with Betsy’s help, and I sure it is doable.� You two have your work cut out for you.� Let me know how I can help.�

� � � �Megan squeezed my now erect cock as she held it for Betsy to suck.� She kissed me, saying, �Jack, thank you so very much.� I love you!�

� � � �I kissed her back, �And I love you, Sweet Slave.�

� � � �Chris looked at me and said, �Sir, even though we will be married, and Megan will be my slave, I want you to know you can still be her second master, and she will be subject to your desires, too.�

� � � �I looked down at a happy Betsy, and said, �Slave, I know you are happy for Chris.� He has worked hard for this.� I think you need to honor him in the best way you know how.� I want you to crawl over to him, and suck his cock to a cum.�

� � � �I reached out and took Chris’s hand, shaking it, then handing him the twine tied to Betsy’s nipple clamps,� I said, �Chris, welcome to the family.�