“What does it mean?” Jim asks.
“What does what mean?” Moll answers.
“Your profile says you are owned. What does it mean to be owned?”
“It means I obey my owner. In my case only in sexual matters, for others perhaps more.”
“Suppose I asked you to dinner?” he continues.
“Yes?” she hesitates.
“Could you accept?”
“Of course.”
“What if I came on to you after dinner?”
“That would be sweet.”
“Would I have a chance?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You haven’t asked Mistress for permission and she hasn’t instructed me.”
“Will you arrange a meeting between your mistress and me?”
“I’ll tell her you want to fuck me and see what she thinks.”
“Do you think that’s the best way to go about it?”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“I am always honest with Mistress,” Moll concludes.
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“Mistress?”
“Yes, Moll.”
“Your friend Patty’s husband came by my work today. He asked me what it meant to be owned.”
“Does he want to fuck you?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I’ll see Patty over the weekend.”
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Moll emerges from her shower Saturday morning to find a pink cashmere turtleneck sweater, a matching pink suspender belt, gray nylons, four-inch black heels, and a pink silicone butt plug laid out on her bed. She dresses for her Mistress.
Moll makes her breakfast and joins Mistress and Peter, her husband, in the sun room off the kitchen.
“Chris tells me Jim wants to fuck you, Moll,” says Peter. “Can’t say I blame him. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I met you but you keep telling me I need Chris’ permission. I won’t ask my wife’s permission to fuck a beautiful woman.”
“Perhaps you don’t really want to fuck her,” says Chris.
“Perhaps I don’t want to ask permission,” Peter responds.
“Jim will have to ask permission,” Chris continues, “and not just from me. He’ll have to ask his wife first. I don’t think you’ll be happy if Jim fucks her before you do. Come here, Moll. Stand with your bottom to me and spread your legs.”
Chris easily slips her second and third fingers into Moll’s cunt and probes gently for several seconds. “You really don’t know what you’re missing, Peter.”
The doorbell rings a few minutes later.
“Would you get that please, Peter?” Chris asks.
Peter shows Patty into the sun room and starts to sit down. Chris stops him.
“Time just for us girls now,” Chris tells Peter. “Why don’t you give us a few hours?” Peter isn’t surprised but is clearly irritated to be told directly in Patty’s presence to leave his house. He looks angrily at Chris. “You should expect to be humiliated when you behave boorishly, Peter, ” she says. “I’ll see you for dinner.”
He turns to leave but not before seeing Patty kiss Moll on the lips and insert three fingers into her cunt. Patty curls her fingers upward and strokes Moll’s nub with her thumb. She runs her free hand across Moll’s flat chest feeling her nipples harden through the soft wool. “How long has it been?” she asks.
“Three weeks yesterday,” Chris answers.
“She’s very receptive,” Patty notes.
“It’s not just the teasing and denial,” Chris explains. “Her cunt moistens as soon as she feels the plug in her ass.”
Patty stops rubbing Moll’s breasts and pulls her head toward her for another kiss. Curling her fingers in Moll’s cunt and rubbing her clit with her thumb, she holds her tight and kisses her fiercely. She feels Moll struggling to control herself. She has never known Moll to cum without Chris’ permission. Chris has allowed her to observe and participate when Moll has been restrained and whipped for pleasure, but she wonders whether Moll’s profound self-restraint results from harsher treatment.
“That’s enough, Patty,” Chris interrupts her intimacies. “You’ll not make her cum without permission while I’m sitting here. Besides, there’s something you’ll want to hear from her.”
Patty gives her nub a couple more firm hard strokes and releases her. Moll’s hips gyrate out of her control and her nipples sting as if bitten by fire ants sending spasm after spasm directly to her cunt. She wouldn’t have lasted another minute.
“Go get the spanking chair from the kitchen,” Chris instructs Moll. She brings the hard, straight-backed wooden chair into the sun room.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Chris continues.
Moll takes her seat with her legs spread on either side of the chair and her back arched. The plug pushes further into her and her cunt is boldly displayed for Mistress and Patty.
“Jim stopped by to see Moll the other day,” Chris begins.
“What did he want?” asks Patty.
“Stop squirming, Moll, and answer Patty.”
Moll holds her bottom still. The pressure of the hard chair pushes her plug around inside her and her cheeks writhe in response to its stubborn pressure.
“He asked me if I would go to dinner with him if he asked me,” Moll explains.
“What did you tell him?” asks Patty.
“Of course.”
“And..?” Patty responds.
“He asked what I would think if he came on to me over dinner,” Moll says frankly.
“What would you think?” Patty asks.
“I told him it would be sweet.”
Laughing at Moll’s flirtatiousness, Patty asks what Jim thought of her answer.
“He asked if he would have a chance,” says Moll.
“Well?”
“I told him no chance,” Moll laughs.
“Moll, we need to stop your squirming,” Chris interjects. “Finger your clit while you sit there. Perhaps that will take your mind off your plug.”
Moll runs the middle finger of her right hand through her moist lips and gently and slowly rubs her clit as they continue talking. Her need to control her orgasm forces her to sit still despite the continued throbbing presence of the plug in her bottom.
“No chance?” asks Patty.
“I told him he would need Mistress’ permission.”
“Peter and I talked about it yesterday,” Chris says. “It makes him crazy to imagine Jim fucking Moll when he can’t.”
“Why can’t he?” asks Patty.
“Be still, Moll, and stroke yourself harder,” Chris warns her. “He won’t ask permission of his wife to fuck her slut. He thinks it’s beneath him.”
“What an idiot!” laughs Patty. “Something’s on your mind.”
“Does Jonathan still want to fuck you?” Chris asks Patty.
“Oh, I think he might. He keeps asking me to take a long weekend in the mountains with him.”
“Why don’t you?”
“Jonathan insists I get Jim’s permission.”
Chris smiles at Patty and tells Moll to sit still and keep rubbing her clit. The chair glistens with her juices. She is grimacing. Her hips are writhing beyond her control. She exerts a herculean effort to hold her bottom still but fails. Chris smiles to herself appreciating her effort. “I’ll deal with you later, Moll.”
“Now, Patty, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asks Chris.
Patty nods and smiles at Chris.
“Bring the chair to the kitchen, Moll, and leave us alone for a few minutes,” says Chris. “Don’t clean it. I’ll have Peter lick it clean when he gets back.”
Moll leaves the room and Chris says to Patty, “It will be the closest he ever gets to fucking her.”
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Patty’s heavy breasts hang over Jim’s face as she slides her cunt along his erect cock pinned against his stomach. She leans forward and bites his earlobe her breasts pressing against his chest.
“Chris tells me I’m not enough woman for you.” She kisses him fully on the mouth preventing his response.
“Be quiet and listen,” she tells him as she rises to a sitting position her cunt continuing its ride along his cock and her clit pressing hard against his crown at the end of each stroke. She will be getting off soon even if he won’t.
“You want to fuck Moll and you need my permission but you’re afraid to ask. So I’m telling you. There’s an older man who wants to fuck me but he won’t without your permission. I want to fuck him, so I know how you feel.”
She leans forward onto her hands continuing her cunt’s steady glide up and down his cock.
“I’ll let you fuck Moll if you let me fuck Jonathan,” she whispers.
She pauses sitting still as a mild orgasm works it way through her body.
“If you let me, I will fuck him whenever I choose unless I tell you you can’t fuck Moll,” she continues. Her hips begin to writhe, working her cunt along his cock. “I won’t hear you complain. And I will be fucking him. All I need is your permission. He won’t stop fucking me once we start. You’ll have my permission to fuck Moll but you still need Chris to let you fuck her. She might not let you, but this is your only chance.”
She lowers herself pressing her breasts against his chest and whispers in his ear, “How badly do you want her?”
“Badly.”
“May I fuck Jonathan?”
“Oh god, yes!” he moans. “Yes, you may fuck Jonathan.”
“And you may fuck Moll.” A second, stronger orgasm sweeps through her. When she has ridden it out, she lifts herself off him leaving him hard and dripping and makes a call from the bedside table. Jim can only hear her side of the conversation.
“Jonathan?” she asks and awaits his response.
“Do you still want to go away next weekend?” He is surprised, wondering whether she has told his husband of their intentions.
“Yes, I have his permission,” she tells him knowing how pleased he will be.
“To fuck you, silly!” She grins at her own joke and awaits his response.
“I suppose you could put it that way!” She knew he wouldn’t let that slide.
“He’s sitting here listening. I just finished with him and he’s hard as a rock,” she says wondering how long Jim will be able to tolerate this phone call.
“Yes, I told him you insisted I get his permission before you would fuck me.” Well now they both know all and she is relieved about that.
“Well, I suppose you do.” She waits as he tells her something she really preferred not to hear.
“What’s that?” she says thinking he may take her hint and drop the subject.
“I’d rather not ask him that.” He didn’t take the hint and she remains silent for a long time. Although Jim doesn’t know it, Jonathan waits just as silently on the other end determined Patty will do as he wishes.
“All right, if you insist. Take care now and I’ll see you Friday,” she relents deciding not to let something so trivial as her husband’s feelings delay her affair. Jonathan tells her he insists and asks her if she is ready for him.
“All right, I understand. I’ll be good,” she replies, misreading him slightly.
She hangs up and begins to dress.
“What would you rather not ask me?” asks Jim.
“I’d rather not tell you,” she replies.
“But you told him you would.”
“He doesn’t need to know.”
“What if he asks me?”
“You’ll never meet.”
“But if we do?”
“All right, damn you!” she cries. “He told me to ask you how it feels to be a witting and willing cuckold.”
And suddenly Jim realizes what he has done.
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“Patty will let Jim fuck Moll,” Chris tells Peter out of the blue the next afternoon.
Peter frowns, roiling in his guts.
“They’re coming to dinner tonight, Peter,” she continues. “Will you behave? If you don’t there’s no chance you fuck Moll before he does.”
She is telling him she intends to play tonight. And that it matters. To him. Considering his options he nods his assent.
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They sit sipping malt scotch in the sun room after dinner. During dinner not one of them had broached the only subject of interest to any of them.
“I’ve told you, Chris,” says Patty, “but you didn’t let on whether Peter knows. I don’t think he knows Jonathan. He’s the man who’s been fucking me with Jim’s permission ever since I gave him permission to fuck Moll, Peter. Jim is here tonight to see whether Chris will let him fuck Moll.”
Peter laughs nervously. Jim sits silently
“Must I do everything for you, Jim?” demands Patty.
Jim squirms in his seat, red-faced but still silent.
“Take off your clothes, Jim,” Chris orders.
He stares at her in disbelief.
“She won’t tell you again, Jim,” Patty tells her husband. “It’s your only chance. I’d do what she tells me if I were you.”
Chris is smiling. Peter stares at the floor nervously. Patty takes her hand and caresses her husband’s cheek. “You know you want her, darling,” Patty giggles. “Think what you’ve given up just for the chance Chris will let you fuck her. It’s the only way.”
Jim stands and undresses.
“Stay standing hands behind your head,” Chris instructs Jim.
He is fully erect.
“Patty tells me you refused to lick her clean after her weekend with Jonathan. That’s a problem. I assume you plan to cum in Moll’s cunt if I let you fuck her?”
Chris waits a minute.
“That requires an answer,” Patty tells her husband.
Jim nods as his cock twitches and hardens and begins to leak.
“I won’t let any man spill on Moll who won’t lick her clean afterward,” says Chris.
“I’ll d-do wh-wh-whatever y-you s-say, Ch-ch-chris,” Jim stutters.
“It’s not that simple, Jim'” she continues. “I need to assure myself. Peter, stand and face Jim.”
Peter complies.
“On your hands and knees, Jim,” Chris orders. “Take his pants down.”
Patty breaks into a broad, knowing grin as Jim hesitates. “Remember what’s at stake,” she whispers to her husband.
Jim drops to his hands and knees, unzips Peter’s pants and pulls them to his ankles. He looks up, his face inches from Peter’s fully erect cock.
“Suck him off, Jim,” whispers Chris, “and swallow every drop.”
Jim takes Peter in his mouth working his cock with his tongue as he sucks it deep into his throat. He reaches behind him and gently grasps his bottom cheeks with both hands. He pulls him slowly deeper into his mouth. Chris and Patty watch disinterestedly as Jim sucks Peter for over fifteen minutes never letting his cock retreat from his throat nor loosing his grip on his bottom. Peter spasms and his body jerks. Jim swallows holding Peter’s cock deep in his mouth and licking it clean before finally releasing him.
Chris looks at Peter and smiles. “Why don’t you give him a nice big kiss, sweetheart?”
Peter helps Jim to his feet and kisses him exploring his mouth with his tongue before releasing him.
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In bed that night Chris tells Peter, “We’ll dine at their house tomorrow night. Jim will have his answer before we leave. Patty will be in charge. I suggest you behave. It matters, just like tonight mattered.”
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Moll emerges from her shower to find Mistress has laid out her wardrobe. She has left a note. “You are a good slut. You will cum tonight. Love, Mistress.”
She places the shiny black bullet vibe in her cunt just below her hood as Mistress has taught her. Her high-waisted, black lace panties hold it firmly in place. A black suspender belt, suspenders, and sheer black stockings complete her undergarments. Looking herself in the mirror she is startled by the obscene bulge of the vibrator. The tight black pencil skirt coming to mid-calf Mistress has chosen to hobble her will do nothing to obscure the bulge. She will be on display tonight. A long-sleeved black cashmere turtleneck and four-inch black pumps complete her outfit. She is really quite stunning.
She joins Mistress and Peter for a quick drink before leaving for dinner with Patty and Jim.
The vibe begins to vibrate very softly as soon as she takes her seat in the back of the car. Only Chris knows it will not stop vibrating for the rest of the evening. Just as they pull into Patty and Jim’s driveway her soft moans signal her first orgasm in over a month. Chris smiles and turns the vibrator up a single notch. Moll struggles to bring herself under control as they walk to the door. Her struggles this evening have only begun.
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Sitting outside on a patio as the sun sets over the nearby woods, Patty says, “Well, Peter, now you’re not the only witting cuckold in the group. You and Jim should have plenty to talk about.”
Peter glares wide-eyed at Chris who smiles kindly in return. The silence that follows is broken by a series of coarse, guttural moans from Moll, experiencing her most forceful orgasm of the evening.
“The slut seems to be enjoying herself,” Patty says when Moll has brought herself back under control. “I guess it’s time to see who gets to fuck her first.”
She looks at Jim and Peter.
“Stand up and strip, Peter,” Patty orders. “Hands behind your head.”
Peter complies.
“On your knees,” she continues.
Peter complies.
“Stand up and face him, Jim,” she tells her husband.
Jim complies.
“Come sit between Chris and me, Moll.” Both ladies drop a hand to Moll’s thigh. Chris increases the pace of the vibrator. Throwing her arms across the shoulders of each lady, Moll leans back pushing her hips forward prominently displaying the bulge under her skirt as another orgasm surges through her.
“Remove his pants and suck him off. Swallow everything,” Patty orders Peter.
Peter licks the length of Jim’s erection. Cradling Jim’s balls in his hand he takes the crown in his mouth sucking it hard while caressing it with his tongue. He continues working over the crown until Jim, impatient for more, takes the back of his head in his hands and forces the full length of his cock into his mouth. He grasps Jim’s cock tightly with his lips, collapses his mouth around it sucking hard, and rubs his tongue forcefully along its length. Jim thrusts his hips filling Peter’s mouth. Holding Peter’s head closely to his belly, Jim explodes quickly and Peter swallows everything.
Chris turns down the vibrator to its lowest level and Moll returns to her seat. The men dress themselves.
“They’re such good boys,” Patty says to Chris. “It’s really such a shame.”
Peter and Jim wait expectantly.
“You couldn’t have known,” Patty laughs. “Chris doesn’t let Moll fuck cuckolds or cocksuckers.”
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Moll and Jim have lunch later that week.
“Do you remember when you asked me what it meant to be owned?” asks Moll.
Jim nods.
“I was having so much fun flirting with you I really only gave half an answer. I’ve been thinking about it since and I thought you might like to know the full answer.”
He waits.
“To be owned means I obey her and she protects me.”
