Caring for an errant slave (Part 3)

Note: this part of the story didn’t unfold the way I was planning. Part 4 will detail Christy’s punishment.

The next morning, Christy woke me with a blowjob. This was perfectly normal, her first chore of the day was to wake up 15 minutes before I wanted to get up, start the coffee machine and then suck my dick until I was awake. It beats the hell out of any alarm ringtone on my phone.

I was actually a little surprised though because getting me up at 6:30 only meant that her punishment would start sooner. The only times she’s ever skipped my wake up call have been when she’s expecting a huge punishment or if I’ve been too soft on her for too long.

I got up and put on a robe before heading down for my coffee. Christy followed, wearing nothing but a short t-shirt that didn’t even cover half of her ass. As she bent over to grab a mug from the dishwasher I noticed that she was still had the plug from last night in.

“Did you remember to thank me last night when I rewarded you with my cum in your ass?”

“No master, I was focusing on eating Megan from behind and forgot.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s not like you don’t have a rough day ahead of you anyway. I’ll figure out what to do about it later. Get yourself cleaned up and then make breakfast. Megan and I are not to be disturbed until 8:00.”

“Yes, master. Of course.” was all she needed to say in reply.

I poured a second mug of coffee and went back to the master bedroom to wake Megan. The first hour of our day was devoted to each other. During that time I was a devoted husband instead of her master. Christy was not welcome in these moments. As much as I cared about her, Megan was my wife and this time was just for the two of us.

Sometimes we talked about bills or vacation plans, other times we made love. My favorite days, however, were when she’d tell me about the shit she and Christy tried to get past me. I never punished her (unless it would arouse suspicion) for anything she confessed to during this time. This was how I always seemed to find out about their sins. Christy never suspected that her best friend, whom she had known for 25 years was telling me of every misdeed including where I could find “evidence.”

Today however, I needed to tend to Megan’s body. Our session the night before had lasted more than four hours and I knew her pussy was raw. After a sip of coffee and a good morning kiss I spread Megan’s legs to survey the aftermath.

“Jesus, Meg! Why did you wait so long to tap out?” Her labia was almost purple and still very swollen. I grabbed the numbing cream and dabbed it gently up and down her slit. “You’re going to be walking funny for a couple days and it might be a week before we can fuck again.”

“You know how good that bitch is with her tongue. I couldn’t help myself. And you didn’t make matters any better with that dildo and your magic fingers.” She smiled and closed her legs. “But it’ll be fine. You’ve done worse back when we were learning how far we could go.”

I smiled back, “At least I can still fuck Christy this week. I swear she cums even harder when she’s sore.”

“There’s more to me than my pussy, Steve. If you want me to get you off, I’ll do what needs to be done.”

“That’s part of why I love you, kitten.”

Megan got up and went to the bathroom. When she returned she was wearing a silk robe that clung to get body in all the right places. We laid back down together for a while and then she started telling me about the events of the previous day, including the fact that she and Christy had spent the morning getting high and watching movies. She’d even deliberately left a chick flick that they hadn’t even watched in the PlayStation for me to find today.

“Speaking of, what should we do to Christy today? I’m out of fresh ideas at the moment.”

Megan thought for a minute and suggested that we start with a body harness and the anal hook and see where things went.

My phone chimed twice, alerting us that our hour was almost over. I hugged her close and she felt my erection pressing into her stomach. “Did Christy not wake you up this morning?”

“No, she did. I just didn’t let her finish.”

“Then let me take care of you.” She said as she pulled my robe open. She slid down and took my dick into her mouth and sucked for a second before opening her throat and swallowing me whole. I loved the feeling of her esophagus around my glans, especially the slight contractions that were meant to move food down the tube.

I laid back and let Megan take control. She’d definitely earned it last night and she knew me as well as I knew myself. She used her nails to lightly scratch at my scrotum, pulling or pinching occasionally. Her other hand went into my ass crack with her thumb pushing on my taint. I couldn’t hold back for much longer and she knew it. I came right as her thumb reached my butthole and slipped inside.

We got cleaned up quickly and went down to join Christy in the kitchen. Breakfast was omelets with bacon and onions, plus toast and orange juice. The three of us sat in silence as we ate for a while before Christy asked “Master, do you have any special plans for today?”

“No, I think I’ll hit the PlayStation while you sluts clean up after breakfast. Megan will probably need your help help after last night too.” Christy nodded, she’d been an RN before she became my slave so caring for the injured was just part of her nature.

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