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At six thirty the following morning Michael shook a sleeping Travis. "Last door on the right. Mistress wants you now. Hurry!"
Standing and quickly getting his wits about him, Travis rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Michael remained standing and pointing. "Do I knock?"
"Always knock! Now get going."
He left Michael who had a hard-on just as pronounced as his erection and headed down the hall. When Monique answered the door she grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. "If you are going to be here then you need to get up to speed. It's about time you learn a new skill. Now kneel. Have you ever done this before?"
Travis watched Mistress sit on the toilet. "Do you mean lick you when you're done?"
Monique smiled. "That's right."
"Mrs. Kennedy taught me."
"Then you do it just like she taught. I'll be the judge of how good you are."
Travis heard the gush of pee followed by a dribble or two. When he heard her stop he asked, "Mistress, may I clean you?"
"Yes baby but open our mouth first." She stood and let a final gush of urine out. Travis gulped it down instinctively. He waited for more but none came.
"Clean me boy. I'm done." She let the little white boy lick and slurp, observing his technique. He only used his tongue every now and then. "That's it, suck it off me." Monique watched, amused at the kid between her legs. He looked more like a tenth grader than an 18 year old high school grad. When he was done she unknowingly did the same thing Mrs. Kennedy had done and ruffled his hair. "Not bad boy. Not bad at all."
"Thank you Mistress."
"You are most welcome. Whenever you hear one of us girls snap our finger, get up from whatever you're doing and follow us. Expect your services to be used throughout the day, boy."
"OK. What do you want me to do now?"
"Go in Tianna's room and kneel by her bed. I want you to spend your time in there reading and rereading this until she wakes." She handed him a folded sheet of paper. "And when she does, think about how you should act. It will give you something to do while you wait."
"Yes ma'am," he answered wondering what this was about.
"My daughter will take care of you today. I've got to go to work."
At that she roughly pushed him out of the way with a shove. He stumbled out of the room and went across the hall to the sleeping Tianna. The door was ajar. He entered he found her asleep with a sheet only partially covering her nakedness. Travis knelt and in the dim light that struggled to peer around the drawn shade. He opened the paper.
I belong to Mistress.
I am her submissive.
Help me better understand my plight so I may live a life grateful of her dominance.
Give me patience to serve Mistress at all times
Give me a caring heart so I only see the best in her
Give me tenderness to comfort whenever she asks
Give me strength to give of myself completely
May my body always satisfy her
Give me the strength to never let her down
Give me the will to withstand any punishment I deserve and thank her for it
(Stroke while you read so you stay hard. Mistress loves a hard penis.)
Travis read through the verse. He didn't need to stroke. He was already hard. Any wilting that may have been there left shortly after he started reading. Right from 'I belong to Mistress' he felt a deep and profound stir in his loins. "Did he really belong to her?" The statement implied ownership. "Am I her submissive boy?" Again the use of the pronoun suggested a similar ownership.
Travis read the verse twenty or thirty times. His penis stood on end, all nine inches of it. The reading energized him. He loved being able to read a line and then look up and see her asleep and looking so perfect. "Help me to better understand my plight so I may live a life grateful of her dominance," he recited. "God, is that who I really am? Did submission mean he now lived a life devoted to her in every way? If so, does this mean I will live here forever?"
For an hour he pondered the penned words and endeared his thoughts to her. "How could he best serve? What kinds of things did she enjoy? What did she enjoy most about him? What were things he could do for her? What things didn't she like?"
So many new thoughts and questions came to mind. He had so much to consider. This submission thing was more than simple obedience. The verse Mistress Monique gave him implied pro-action and not simply reaction. And that made sense. If he was there only to do what she asked she'd be nothing more than a mother to him. Maybe that's what she wanted but he guessed she wanted more. "But how could he know? What if he acted and acted wrongly?"
At precisely 8:22 AM Mistress stirred. She rolled the rest of the way over and onto her stomach and stretched. Travis felt an undeniable urge to stroke her back and he acted on impulse. He was greeted with a "mmmm," and knew he had made the right choice.
Still naked from last night he rubbed her back softly. Bayan Escort Gaziantep (https://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) In the minutes that followed he extended his attention to her rounded ass and then down along her long lean legs. Travis could feel the strength of her body under his hand. She was a strong woman. He remained kneeling, admiring the beautiful woman whom he now served. Thoughts of the verse Monique had given him repeated itself in his mind. "I belong to Mistress. I am her submissive. May I be grateful of her dominance. Allow my body to meet her every need." Travis smiled thinking how true each phrase had become in just the past day.
For almost thirty minutes she lay unmoving, enjoying the caress of her slave. She felt as if she could lie here all morning but knew that wasn't possible. Stirring only to raise her hips and wiggle her ass she relaxed. Impulsively she spread her legs wide apart. "What would he do?" she wondered. She'd given him a hint and wondered if he knew enough to act. Not ten seconds later she felt the bed move and then his hands gently press on both buttocks. A few seconds later she sighed,
"Yes my slave. Lick Mistress. Lick her ass. Smell Mistress' scent and commit it to memory."
Travis had guessed right again; this time he came to her bottom and began reverently caring for the chocolate cheeks pressing on either side of his face. His tongue found her cleft and soon he had found a rhythm licking, poking and kissing. He gripped her bottom firmly, intentionally making a decision to have her feel his tongue deep between her fissure. Grasping her ass, he spread her gluts and buried his face deep between her rounded cheeks. Travis lapped and licked and plunged his tongue deep inside her pucker. Spurred on by her sighs and soft words he kept at it for a long while. Thinking of the phrase Nikki had used he pressed into the tight pucker until he got the 'wiggle room' he was seeking. Mistress' sighs crescendoed as he did. He could tell she loved it! Hearing her satisfying groans made him want her even more. Eventually Mistress lifted her hips and in perfect timing his tongue slid further down until it bisected the crevice of her pussy.
"You're going to make someone a wonderful slave," she purred. "You lick ass really well."
She let him delve into her pussy for a few minutes but tired of perching on her elbows. Tianna moved onto her back. She never looked down. She never told him what she wanted. Her body lay displayed atop the rumpled sheets long and perfectly formed. Her plump breasts contrasted the thin waist and shapely curves of her hips. Mistress spread her legs and stretched, lifting her arms overhead; her voluptuous bosom arching as she did. Travis nestled his face between the puffy folds of her sex and slowly and daintily took her to that place she wanted. After she came, she pushed him aside with the flat of her foot and sat on the side of the bed. A snap of her fingers indicated he should follow and he knelt before the porcelain seat waiting patiently for her to finish urinating.
She stood and obediently Travis came, gathering the few latent drops. He efficiently cleaned her pussy of any remaining pee.
"Stand up."
When he did she grabbed his stiff pole and guided it to her entrance. Once the coronal rim had cleared her labia she pulled him in with a firm thrust and then walked him back against the bathroom wall. Travis remained stock-still and let her use him as she wanted. Mistress grabbed both of his hands, crossed them and pinned them overhead. Being taller than he, she drove her hips into him several times and then sunk her lips hard against his neck and began sucking. A minute later she pulled free and pushed him out the door.
Travis left feeling on the verge of an orgasm but knew he couldn't dare spurt. His neck was sore from her assault. Hearing the shower he opted to make her bed and brought the clothes she left yesterday in his room back to hers. Folding them neatly he left them on her bed and waited.
"Boy?" Came the call.
Travis stepped inside the steamy room just as Mistress stepped free of the tub and shower curtain. She was dripping wet and getting cold. Her nipples stood perky and hard. He saw goose-bumps form on her skin.
"Where do you keep your towels Mistress?"
Seeing where she pointed he quickly found two in the closet. Wrapping one around her body he then used the other to dry her hair, face and legs.
"May I dry the rest of you?" When she nodded he did.
"Now go take care of yourself," she said tersely and closed the door. "And when you're done, find me. I need to apply more cream to that pretty dick of yours."
For the remainder of the day Travis took care of his Mistress. She had him do anything and everything. He made her breakfast, did a load of wash and hand-scrubbed the tile floor in both the front and back hallways. Throughout the day he cleaned her vagina when she peed and served her sexually before lunch and then again immediately after. When Tianna decided to nap she informed Travis he was to massage her for at least thirty minutes after she had fallen asleep. When he was through he was to stand in the corner and press his nose against the wall with her panties placed between his nose and the wall.
That evening when Monique and Michael returned from work the boys serviced their mistresses to an after dinner orgasm. When they were through Monique decided to put the two males supine on their back.
"Let's see if he compares with the king of stamina. Shall we?"
"What do you have in mind?" Tianna asked looking at the two guys with nearly identical polls sticking straight up.
"I'll mount him and you can do the same with the boy. We'll go stride for stride and see which one cums first."
"You're in a good mood tonight," Tianna teased.
"I wouldn't want to waste a night when while we still have him." She raised a knowing eyebrow.
"OK." At that Tianna moved her boy so he laid in-line with Michael and with their heads nearly touching. "How's this?"
"Perfect. Let's ride these slaves," Monique hissed.
The girls slid down onto their respective poles. Both boys inhaled audibly. The ladies giggled in unison. Boys were really this easy. It was another of Monique's tenets and one her girls knew by heart. In a guys' world things began and ended with their cock. Every man was penis-driven. They were unable to separate sex from life. They all masturbated. They all took double-takes when catching sight of an attractive woman. They were all drawn to porn. They all had breast fetishes. They lived to ejaculate. It's what made owning one so much fun. Slaves all had the same tendencies. If left to their own they'd migrate back to the basic lusts of every other male. Yet, when owned, they couldn't, and that made them all the more desirable. At least in Monique and her girl's mind it did.
Monique had explained and demonstrated for Tianna, Montasia and Chevonne the power they welded as a woman when they were old enough to understand. Although she had cultivated supremacist beliefs ever since they were little girls she slowly allowed their eyes to be opened to an ever expanding world as they grew. "Daddy does what mommy tells him. If you need to ask a grown up something, never come to daddy; come to mommy. Daddy can't make that decision. Daddy takes care of mommy. If mommy says so then that's what we will do. Daddy gives all of his money he makes working to mommy. Mommy takes care of all of our expenses. Mommy gives daddy an allowance. Don't worry about that; daddy will clean it up." And on and on it went.
As the girls moved into their teenage years Monique addressed 'boy-issues' and insisted they do things her way. Boys were to defer to them just as their father did her. She taught by example and every boy that ever visited could testify to that fact. Monique made it a habit that her girls give them 'the talk' with at least one sister present. Initially that meant mom listened in but as the schpiel became more commonplace one of the sisters typically stood nearby in support her sibling.
Mom, of course, demonstrated long before the first boy happened to walk into their house what needed to be said. She did so using Michael and when it was time, Tianna and Chevonne practiced the speech on their father with mom listening and critiquing. Not only was it important to convey who would be making decisions regarding where they went, what they did and who they spent time with but it was equally important that body language and tone of voice convey a similar message. The girls spent several nights mastering what Monique wanted delivered to any boy that interested their daughter and when the time came for the speech, Monique never hesitated to reinforce specific expectations to a wide-eyed boy sitting on the hard kitchen chair.
When the girls reached their mid-teens Monique permitted them to give orders to their father. She didn't allow them to go so far as to make sexual commands but with respect to keeping house, driving them where they needed to go or keeping their bedroom in order Monique encouraged the girls to tell their father what they wanted from him. Michael understood the intent of his dominant-wife in this matter. Not only did it underline his position within the family hierarchy as living beneath all his daughters it enhanced their savvy when it came to developing confidence in delivering - and expecting - a command to be followed from a man other than Dad.
When the girls reached adulthood Monique decided it was time for them to see the relationship she had with her husband in its entirety. She had always insisted Michael to not refrain from dressing down and it was normal for him to walk around upstairs in his tight bikini briefs. The girls knew from the time they reached 15 that dad wore a chastity device as a pledge of his commitment to mom. But when Tianna entered college their marriage became more open. The girls were all adults now and Monique felt it appropriate for her husband to remain naked at home whenever it was just family or a transient slave passed through on their way to The Farm. It took some adjustment but within a years' time the three girls didn't think twice of dad cooking with an erection or watching TV while mom rubbed his cock.
As they say, "if you see it enough times, it no longer looks weird". A year later, Tianna's parents opened the final door. She remembered the night she came home and found mom riding dad in the living room. Two things occurred that evening. First, Tianna found the scene to be a beautiful yet erotic one. Here was her mom, who she knew to be dominant in the fullest sense of the word, enjoying the man she loved most. Tianna watched her dad remain strong and in denial as his lover rode him to one orgasmic climax after another. She watched them make love. She watched them hold one another. She saw how beautiful sex, when done this way, really was. And when Monique noticed her standing nearby she motioned for her to come closer and watch.
"This is how love was meant to be shared," she remembered her mom saying.
Tianna never forgot those words. That night changed things. No longer did dad have to go upstairs when mom wanted him. Instead she took him whenever and wherever they happened to be. Because mom had a high sex-drive they made love in every room and even outside in the back yard. Only the front yard remained taboo although Tianna hadn't put it past her to take dad there on some stormy night when others wouldn't likely spot them.
All of her past led them to what they were doing now. Tianna had played with numerous slaves-in-the-making. She had fucked at least ten, probably fifteen, during the period of recruiting and the brief time they spent here until transport was arranged and they moved on to The Farm. Travis happened to be the most recent one passing through, and like all the rest, he had no idea of the future he was about to experience. From what she knew, which wasn't much, was the boys that were admitted to The Farm went through a type of boot-camp. Mom told her they were first broken and then remade. During the reformation period femdom values were instilled. By the time their stay at The Farm was through, they became different men. They, in fact, understood they were captive slaves. They lived to be owned by one who would forever use them to her liking and pleasure. Femdom of course was a word that represented a relational structure in which guys deferred to and catered to the woman who served as their dominant and Mistress.
Tianna looked into the eyes of the slave on which she sat. The young boy stared back in absolute wonder at the goddess he now purposed to please. Not knowing just how long he could abstain from ejaculating Tianna was well aware he'd give her 150% of his effort. He was that kind of a boy and for that reason she wondered if The Farm was the absolute last place he needed to attend. She believed he already was reformed and was worried the 'breaking' process might result in an eventual outcome that would be far less than the boy she fucked now. Yet, Tianna understood she was staring at $10,000 minimum and possibly $15000. That money would be hers. She had found him. She had cultivated their relationship and now he was in her possession. All she needed to do was to make the phone call. Five thousand dollars would be handed her when the transfer was complete. The other $5000 would come soon after and any bonus money possibly at that time as well. Tianna believed his fabulously long and thick cock would indeed bring her at least some excess cash.
"OK, follow me," Monique said. "Hands on his chest, just like this."
And with that, the fucking commenced. The girls moved. The pace remained slow yet steady.
"Don't you just love this?" Monique cheered.
Tianna saw the unfettered joy in her mom. Mom loved sex probably more than most anything else and she had such a fabulous cock inside her dripping pussy. "It feels nice."
"Let's pick up the pace. Come on. Fuck him harder. That's it! That's my girl. Let him feel what it's like to be used. Yea, that's it! Fuck that slave! C'mon girl, fuck the boy!"
Soon she was bouncing up and down on his rod. Her eyes remained locked on her mother who set the pace and pounded away on Michael. She was in great shape and moved easily on her man. Both girl's breasts bobbed and soon tiny beads of sweat began forming on their foreheads and chests.
"Mmmm, I think I might come before he does," Ti moaned.
"Then do it. That's what he's here for. I'll follow you. Enjoy the boy, Ti. Fuck him until you cum."
Ti nodded and then rammed down on him without abandon. Surprisingly, her slave lay unmoved except for his eyes. They followed every lift and fall of her body. God did he have stamina! Damn, if he didn't have staying power! Soon the first bolt of lust rocketed out from her pussy. Tianna squealed as the waves of her climax exploded outward from her sex. Mom moved in a mirror image of her daughter and exploded soon after. Her cunt spasmed; Monique cried out in ecstasy while Michael stared with pride up at his beautiful bride. Both women collapsed gasping. Tianna found her slave's mouth and made love to him with her tongue.
At six thirty the following morning Michael shook a sleeping Travis. "Last door on the right. Mistress wants you now. Hurry!"
Standing and quickly getting his wits about him, Travis rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Michael remained standing and pointing. "Do I knock?"
"Always knock! Now get going."
He left Michael who had a hard-on just as pronounced as his erection and headed down the hall. When Monique answered the door she grabbed him by the hand and led him into the bathroom. "If you are going to be here then you need to get up to speed. It's about time you learn a new skill. Now kneel. Have you ever done this before?"
Travis watched Mistress sit on the toilet. "Do you mean lick you when you're done?"
Monique smiled. "That's right."
"Mrs. Kennedy taught me."
"Then you do it just like she taught. I'll be the judge of how good you are."
Travis heard the gush of pee followed by a dribble or two. When he heard her stop he asked, "Mistress, may I clean you?"
"Yes baby but open our mouth first." She stood and let a final gush of urine out. Travis gulped it down instinctively. He waited for more but none came.
"Clean me boy. I'm done." She let the little white boy lick and slurp, observing his technique. He only used his tongue every now and then. "That's it, suck it off me." Monique watched, amused at the kid between her legs. He looked more like a tenth grader than an 18 year old high school grad. When he was done she unknowingly did the same thing Mrs. Kennedy had done and ruffled his hair. "Not bad boy. Not bad at all."
"Thank you Mistress."
"You are most welcome. Whenever you hear one of us girls snap our finger, get up from whatever you're doing and follow us. Expect your services to be used throughout the day, boy."
"OK. What do you want me to do now?"
"Go in Tianna's room and kneel by her bed. I want you to spend your time in there reading and rereading this until she wakes." She handed him a folded sheet of paper. "And when she does, think about how you should act. It will give you something to do while you wait."
"Yes ma'am," he answered wondering what this was about.
"My daughter will take care of you today. I've got to go to work."
At that she roughly pushed him out of the way with a shove. He stumbled out of the room and went across the hall to the sleeping Tianna. The door was ajar. He entered he found her asleep with a sheet only partially covering her nakedness. Travis knelt and in the dim light that struggled to peer around the drawn shade. He opened the paper.
I belong to Mistress.
I am her submissive.
Help me better understand my plight so I may live a life grateful of her dominance.
Give me patience to serve Mistress at all times
Give me a caring heart so I only see the best in her
Give me tenderness to comfort whenever she asks
Give me strength to give of myself completely
May my body always satisfy her
Give me the strength to never let her down
Give me the will to withstand any punishment I deserve and thank her for it
(Stroke while you read so you stay hard. Mistress loves a hard penis.)
Travis read through the verse. He didn't need to stroke. He was already hard. Any wilting that may have been there left shortly after he started reading. Right from 'I belong to Mistress' he felt a deep and profound stir in his loins. "Did he really belong to her?" The statement implied ownership. "Am I her submissive boy?" Again the use of the pronoun suggested a similar ownership.
Travis read the verse twenty or thirty times. His penis stood on end, all nine inches of it. The reading energized him. He loved being able to read a line and then look up and see her asleep and looking so perfect. "Help me to better understand my plight so I may live a life grateful of her dominance," he recited. "God, is that who I really am? Did submission mean he now lived a life devoted to her in every way? If so, does this mean I will live here forever?"
For an hour he pondered the penned words and endeared his thoughts to her. "How could he best serve? What kinds of things did she enjoy? What did she enjoy most about him? What were things he could do for her? What things didn't she like?"
So many new thoughts and questions came to mind. He had so much to consider. This submission thing was more than simple obedience. The verse Mistress Monique gave him implied pro-action and not simply reaction. And that made sense. If he was there only to do what she asked she'd be nothing more than a mother to him. Maybe that's what she wanted but he guessed she wanted more. "But how could he know? What if he acted and acted wrongly?"
At precisely 8:22 AM Mistress stirred. She rolled the rest of the way over and onto her stomach and stretched. Travis felt an undeniable urge to stroke her back and he acted on impulse. He was greeted with a "mmmm," and knew he had made the right choice.
Still naked from last night he rubbed her back softly. Bayan Escort Gaziantep (https://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) In the minutes that followed he extended his attention to her rounded ass and then down along her long lean legs. Travis could feel the strength of her body under his hand. She was a strong woman. He remained kneeling, admiring the beautiful woman whom he now served. Thoughts of the verse Monique had given him repeated itself in his mind. "I belong to Mistress. I am her submissive. May I be grateful of her dominance. Allow my body to meet her every need." Travis smiled thinking how true each phrase had become in just the past day.
For almost thirty minutes she lay unmoving, enjoying the caress of her slave. She felt as if she could lie here all morning but knew that wasn't possible. Stirring only to raise her hips and wiggle her ass she relaxed. Impulsively she spread her legs wide apart. "What would he do?" she wondered. She'd given him a hint and wondered if he knew enough to act. Not ten seconds later she felt the bed move and then his hands gently press on both buttocks. A few seconds later she sighed,
"Yes my slave. Lick Mistress. Lick her ass. Smell Mistress' scent and commit it to memory."
Travis had guessed right again; this time he came to her bottom and began reverently caring for the chocolate cheeks pressing on either side of his face. His tongue found her cleft and soon he had found a rhythm licking, poking and kissing. He gripped her bottom firmly, intentionally making a decision to have her feel his tongue deep between her fissure. Grasping her ass, he spread her gluts and buried his face deep between her rounded cheeks. Travis lapped and licked and plunged his tongue deep inside her pucker. Spurred on by her sighs and soft words he kept at it for a long while. Thinking of the phrase Nikki had used he pressed into the tight pucker until he got the 'wiggle room' he was seeking. Mistress' sighs crescendoed as he did. He could tell she loved it! Hearing her satisfying groans made him want her even more. Eventually Mistress lifted her hips and in perfect timing his tongue slid further down until it bisected the crevice of her pussy.
"You're going to make someone a wonderful slave," she purred. "You lick ass really well."
She let him delve into her pussy for a few minutes but tired of perching on her elbows. Tianna moved onto her back. She never looked down. She never told him what she wanted. Her body lay displayed atop the rumpled sheets long and perfectly formed. Her plump breasts contrasted the thin waist and shapely curves of her hips. Mistress spread her legs and stretched, lifting her arms overhead; her voluptuous bosom arching as she did. Travis nestled his face between the puffy folds of her sex and slowly and daintily took her to that place she wanted. After she came, she pushed him aside with the flat of her foot and sat on the side of the bed. A snap of her fingers indicated he should follow and he knelt before the porcelain seat waiting patiently for her to finish urinating.
She stood and obediently Travis came, gathering the few latent drops. He efficiently cleaned her pussy of any remaining pee.
"Stand up."
When he did she grabbed his stiff pole and guided it to her entrance. Once the coronal rim had cleared her labia she pulled him in with a firm thrust and then walked him back against the bathroom wall. Travis remained stock-still and let her use him as she wanted. Mistress grabbed both of his hands, crossed them and pinned them overhead. Being taller than he, she drove her hips into him several times and then sunk her lips hard against his neck and began sucking. A minute later she pulled free and pushed him out the door.
Travis left feeling on the verge of an orgasm but knew he couldn't dare spurt. His neck was sore from her assault. Hearing the shower he opted to make her bed and brought the clothes she left yesterday in his room back to hers. Folding them neatly he left them on her bed and waited.
"Boy?" Came the call.
Travis stepped inside the steamy room just as Mistress stepped free of the tub and shower curtain. She was dripping wet and getting cold. Her nipples stood perky and hard. He saw goose-bumps form on her skin.
"Where do you keep your towels Mistress?"
Seeing where she pointed he quickly found two in the closet. Wrapping one around her body he then used the other to dry her hair, face and legs.
"May I dry the rest of you?" When she nodded he did.
"Now go take care of yourself," she said tersely and closed the door. "And when you're done, find me. I need to apply more cream to that pretty dick of yours."
For the remainder of the day Travis took care of his Mistress. She had him do anything and everything. He made her breakfast, did a load of wash and hand-scrubbed the tile floor in both the front and back hallways. Throughout the day he cleaned her vagina when she peed and served her sexually before lunch and then again immediately after. When Tianna decided to nap she informed Travis he was to massage her for at least thirty minutes after she had fallen asleep. When he was through he was to stand in the corner and press his nose against the wall with her panties placed between his nose and the wall.
That evening when Monique and Michael returned from work the boys serviced their mistresses to an after dinner orgasm. When they were through Monique decided to put the two males supine on their back.
"Let's see if he compares with the king of stamina. Shall we?"
"What do you have in mind?" Tianna asked looking at the two guys with nearly identical polls sticking straight up.
"I'll mount him and you can do the same with the boy. We'll go stride for stride and see which one cums first."
"You're in a good mood tonight," Tianna teased.
"I wouldn't want to waste a night when while we still have him." She raised a knowing eyebrow.
"OK." At that Tianna moved her boy so he laid in-line with Michael and with their heads nearly touching. "How's this?"
"Perfect. Let's ride these slaves," Monique hissed.
The girls slid down onto their respective poles. Both boys inhaled audibly. The ladies giggled in unison. Boys were really this easy. It was another of Monique's tenets and one her girls knew by heart. In a guys' world things began and ended with their cock. Every man was penis-driven. They were unable to separate sex from life. They all masturbated. They all took double-takes when catching sight of an attractive woman. They were all drawn to porn. They all had breast fetishes. They lived to ejaculate. It's what made owning one so much fun. Slaves all had the same tendencies. If left to their own they'd migrate back to the basic lusts of every other male. Yet, when owned, they couldn't, and that made them all the more desirable. At least in Monique and her girl's mind it did.
Monique had explained and demonstrated for Tianna, Montasia and Chevonne the power they welded as a woman when they were old enough to understand. Although she had cultivated supremacist beliefs ever since they were little girls she slowly allowed their eyes to be opened to an ever expanding world as they grew. "Daddy does what mommy tells him. If you need to ask a grown up something, never come to daddy; come to mommy. Daddy can't make that decision. Daddy takes care of mommy. If mommy says so then that's what we will do. Daddy gives all of his money he makes working to mommy. Mommy takes care of all of our expenses. Mommy gives daddy an allowance. Don't worry about that; daddy will clean it up." And on and on it went.
As the girls moved into their teenage years Monique addressed 'boy-issues' and insisted they do things her way. Boys were to defer to them just as their father did her. She taught by example and every boy that ever visited could testify to that fact. Monique made it a habit that her girls give them 'the talk' with at least one sister present. Initially that meant mom listened in but as the schpiel became more commonplace one of the sisters typically stood nearby in support her sibling.
Mom, of course, demonstrated long before the first boy happened to walk into their house what needed to be said. She did so using Michael and when it was time, Tianna and Chevonne practiced the speech on their father with mom listening and critiquing. Not only was it important to convey who would be making decisions regarding where they went, what they did and who they spent time with but it was equally important that body language and tone of voice convey a similar message. The girls spent several nights mastering what Monique wanted delivered to any boy that interested their daughter and when the time came for the speech, Monique never hesitated to reinforce specific expectations to a wide-eyed boy sitting on the hard kitchen chair.
When the girls reached their mid-teens Monique permitted them to give orders to their father. She didn't allow them to go so far as to make sexual commands but with respect to keeping house, driving them where they needed to go or keeping their bedroom in order Monique encouraged the girls to tell their father what they wanted from him. Michael understood the intent of his dominant-wife in this matter. Not only did it underline his position within the family hierarchy as living beneath all his daughters it enhanced their savvy when it came to developing confidence in delivering - and expecting - a command to be followed from a man other than Dad.
When the girls reached adulthood Monique decided it was time for them to see the relationship she had with her husband in its entirety. She had always insisted Michael to not refrain from dressing down and it was normal for him to walk around upstairs in his tight bikini briefs. The girls knew from the time they reached 15 that dad wore a chastity device as a pledge of his commitment to mom. But when Tianna entered college their marriage became more open. The girls were all adults now and Monique felt it appropriate for her husband to remain naked at home whenever it was just family or a transient slave passed through on their way to The Farm. It took some adjustment but within a years' time the three girls didn't think twice of dad cooking with an erection or watching TV while mom rubbed his cock.
As they say, "if you see it enough times, it no longer looks weird". A year later, Tianna's parents opened the final door. She remembered the night she came home and found mom riding dad in the living room. Two things occurred that evening. First, Tianna found the scene to be a beautiful yet erotic one. Here was her mom, who she knew to be dominant in the fullest sense of the word, enjoying the man she loved most. Tianna watched her dad remain strong and in denial as his lover rode him to one orgasmic climax after another. She watched them make love. She watched them hold one another. She saw how beautiful sex, when done this way, really was. And when Monique noticed her standing nearby she motioned for her to come closer and watch.
"This is how love was meant to be shared," she remembered her mom saying.
Tianna never forgot those words. That night changed things. No longer did dad have to go upstairs when mom wanted him. Instead she took him whenever and wherever they happened to be. Because mom had a high sex-drive they made love in every room and even outside in the back yard. Only the front yard remained taboo although Tianna hadn't put it past her to take dad there on some stormy night when others wouldn't likely spot them.
All of her past led them to what they were doing now. Tianna had played with numerous slaves-in-the-making. She had fucked at least ten, probably fifteen, during the period of recruiting and the brief time they spent here until transport was arranged and they moved on to The Farm. Travis happened to be the most recent one passing through, and like all the rest, he had no idea of the future he was about to experience. From what she knew, which wasn't much, was the boys that were admitted to The Farm went through a type of boot-camp. Mom told her they were first broken and then remade. During the reformation period femdom values were instilled. By the time their stay at The Farm was through, they became different men. They, in fact, understood they were captive slaves. They lived to be owned by one who would forever use them to her liking and pleasure. Femdom of course was a word that represented a relational structure in which guys deferred to and catered to the woman who served as their dominant and Mistress.
Tianna looked into the eyes of the slave on which she sat. The young boy stared back in absolute wonder at the goddess he now purposed to please. Not knowing just how long he could abstain from ejaculating Tianna was well aware he'd give her 150% of his effort. He was that kind of a boy and for that reason she wondered if The Farm was the absolute last place he needed to attend. She believed he already was reformed and was worried the 'breaking' process might result in an eventual outcome that would be far less than the boy she fucked now. Yet, Tianna understood she was staring at $10,000 minimum and possibly $15000. That money would be hers. She had found him. She had cultivated their relationship and now he was in her possession. All she needed to do was to make the phone call. Five thousand dollars would be handed her when the transfer was complete. The other $5000 would come soon after and any bonus money possibly at that time as well. Tianna believed his fabulously long and thick cock would indeed bring her at least some excess cash.
"OK, follow me," Monique said. "Hands on his chest, just like this."
And with that, the fucking commenced. The girls moved. The pace remained slow yet steady.
"Don't you just love this?" Monique cheered.
Tianna saw the unfettered joy in her mom. Mom loved sex probably more than most anything else and she had such a fabulous cock inside her dripping pussy. "It feels nice."
"Let's pick up the pace. Come on. Fuck him harder. That's it! That's my girl. Let him feel what it's like to be used. Yea, that's it! Fuck that slave! C'mon girl, fuck the boy!"
Soon she was bouncing up and down on his rod. Her eyes remained locked on her mother who set the pace and pounded away on Michael. She was in great shape and moved easily on her man. Both girl's breasts bobbed and soon tiny beads of sweat began forming on their foreheads and chests.
"Mmmm, I think I might come before he does," Ti moaned.
"Then do it. That's what he's here for. I'll follow you. Enjoy the boy, Ti. Fuck him until you cum."
Ti nodded and then rammed down on him without abandon. Surprisingly, her slave lay unmoved except for his eyes. They followed every lift and fall of her body. God did he have stamina! Damn, if he didn't have staying power! Soon the first bolt of lust rocketed out from her pussy. Tianna squealed as the waves of her climax exploded outward from her sex. Mom moved in a mirror image of her daughter and exploded soon after. Her cunt spasmed; Monique cried out in ecstasy while Michael stared with pride up at his beautiful bride. Both women collapsed gasping. Tianna found her slave's mouth and made love to him with her tongue.