“Games? You mean like video games?” she asked as Jenny continued to suck on her.
“Role-playing in the real-world, not in video games or on the internet,” he said, finishing up his dinner. “You would do everything a slave girl does, and accept the exact same treatment, punishments and rewards, but you would only do it for short spans, like for an afternoon or evening. Slut, why don’t you feed the young mistress the rest of her dinner while we discuss this?”
“Um…” Tammy looked a little unsure about that idea as Jenny turned to sit sideways in her lap and then began cutting forkfuls to feed her.
“Or, the young mistress could feed herself while you attend to her below the table.”
Tammy laughed and said, “Feed me, slut.”
Jenny fed Tammy. The young mistress seemed unsure what to do with her hands, so Jenny moved them to her thigh and tit. Tammy played with them for a bit, then noticed a little blood on Jenny’s new piercing. “Hey, she’s bleeding…”
Sir nodded. “Don’t play with her nipples for now. They need to heal. I just pierced them earlier today.”
Tammy chewed the forkful that Jenny had just given her while staring at the jewelry, then swallowed. She looked fascinated by the rings. “Can I get mine pierced too?”
While Jenny fed her another bite, Sir told her, “When you become my slave I will do it myself. In our family, nipple piercings are for slaves.”
“‘In our family’? Are you saying this slave stuff is something our relatives do, too?”
“My father and my cousins all keep slaves now or did in the past. One of my father’s slaves gave birth to me.”
“Not Grandma?”
“I was referring to the slave you called Grandma, Tammy.”
She giggled. “Are you saying Grandma had pierced nipples?”
“Of course. She was my father’s favorite girl. He had solid eighteen karat gold nipple rings with real diamonds hand-made for her to wear.”
Tammy’s eyes bugged out, but she seemed unable to figure out what to say to that. She stayed quiet until she had almost finished her dinner, when she asked, “So role playing isn’t good enough to get my nipples pierced, huh?”
“Piercings are permanent. When you accept them, you will be conceding that I own you and declaring submission to your owner for life.”
Once the food was done Sir ordered Jenny to clear the plates and get him beer while Tammy sipped on her ice tea. After she returned, Sir told her, “Slut, finish undressing the young mistress and guide her up onto the table.”
“Wait, wut?” Tammy laughed as Jenny pulled her to her feet. She laughed as Jenny stripped off her skirt— revealing she was commando under it— and her shoes and socks. Sir didn’t need to issue any more orders. Tammy began to take the lead, pulling Jenny onto the table.
Jenny had never made love to a girl, but Tammy clearly had plenty of experience. Soon they were lying on their sides ready to 69 once they were done exploring with their hands. Before long, Jenny tasted another woman for the first time.
It was like her own flavor on her fingers, but straight from Tammy’s pussy it was warmer. She soon knew she loved it every bit as much as Sir’s cock.
Tammy came, and Sir ordered them to Tammy’s bedroom. He joined them soon after, sitting at Tammy’s desk with his laptop and a small case open, watching them.
After she shook with a huge climax, Tammy begged Sir, “Please join us, Daddy.”
“Are we roleplaying tonight?” he asked.
She let out a loud breath, then nodded. “Yes. Yes, sir. I’ll play slave girl for tonight if you promise to fuck me.”
He pulled several items out of the case, but told her, “I can’t promise. I can only fuck you if you are good enough at being a slave while you roleplay. Only very, very good slaves get my cock hard. And you might be only almost good enough, so that I only permit you to suck it. To earn permission to receive my cock inside you, you must present yourself as a perfect slave. But I can promise that you only need to behave yourself reasonably well in order for the slut to continue satisfying you.”
Jenny had began playing with the young mistress’s pussy again. She shuddered, looked at Sir’s cock, then nodded. “Okay. I’m just trying it tonight though!”
Sir began working rapidly. He pulled her out of Jenny’s grasp and put a steel collar around her neck with rings on the front and back. He chained the front ring to the bedstead, fondled Tammy’s hair briefly, then secured each end with padlocks just like Jenny’s.
Tammy laughed as she watched the second padlock shut. “Is this why we only have these old-fashioned iron bedframes in our house?”
Rather than replying, he shackled her legs with chains which he secured to the the foot of the bed the sides of the mattress down to the bed frame where he padlocked them too. They weren’t stretched tight, but they wouldn’t allow her to get away. They did allow Sir to make her kneel.
He then put steel restraints on her wrists, pulled them over her shoulders with her elbows in the air, and shackled them to the ring on the back of her collar. He wrapped another chain around her waist, leaving a short length loose on one end. He forced the leftover length of chain to just barely reach and fasten to the ring on the back of her collar. The length was not enough to let her sit straight; it forced her to arch her back severely and shove her massive tits outward.
Jenny had slid over to the side to watch them. The borderline cruel posture he had forced her into was a shock to see up close, and even more so when he grabbed Tammy’s chin with an iron grip. She didn’t understand why Sir seemed to be unhappy, or at least displeased, with the young mistress.
The little tramp's eyes widened in fear as he kept her chin clamped in that position. “No more talking. Your voice and everything else you used to possess now belong to me. Even your name belongs to me. Until I give it back, you will respond to ‘Cunt’.”
She barely caught herself from retorting. Sir nodded. “The slut next to you is well-behaved and knows to speak only when necessary. She’s such a natural slave that I’ve barely ever had to punish her. She even offered to herself up as my slave without hesitation. That’s how she earned permission to use her voice. You have not earned that permission, cunt. Remain silent unless you are humbly and obediently answering a question I have directly asked you.”
Tammy nodded with her eyes still huge. He told Jenny, “Eat this cunt out.”
Jenny crouched between Tammy’s spread legs and after Sir had her lean backward until her head was on the mattress— the chain didn’t allow her to straighten enough for her back to touch— with her legs folded beneath her. While Jenny worked, he warned, “If you make any noise at all, I will put you in a ball gag and use my whip on you, cunt. It will hurt if I do that. Maintain absolute silence.”
To underscore his warning, he produced a ball gag and a whip from the case and set them on her night stand.
As she stared at the whip, he grabbed both of her massive boobs and palpitated them with what looked like severe force. Her eyes bulged and she nearly cried out. He kneaded one cotton-candy nipple between thumb and index finger hard enough to make tears run down her cheek, then pressed one of her pale pink, three-inch-diameter areolae impossibly deep into her breast. He repeated the process on the other side.
“Nice shape, firmer than I expected. Your other assets show great promise as well. If we combine them with obedient humility, you might become worthwhile goods. Stay away from strange men, cunt. You could draw a high price on the market.”
The look in her eyes said she wasn’t sure if he seriously meant that for real. In response to that uncertainty he added, “Girls like you go missing every day. Hunters regard all ownerless strays as fair game. These days, most of them are sold overseas, where the money is.”
He sat back down and tapped a few keys on the laptop, then told Jenny, “Slut, sit on this cunt’s face and make her eat you out.”
Jenny obeyed, putting her butt on Tammy’s chest, then shuffling closer until Tammy’s tongue was able to push inside her. She wondered how a girl two years younger than her could be so skilled. She was in a terrible position, unable to use her hands, yet giving Jenny the best pussy-licking she ever had!! Just how long ago did her sister lose her virginity?
After enjoying a nice ride for a while, Jenny noticed that her master seemed to be watching something on the laptop. He looked unhappy. Finally, he looked up and he told her, “Slut, get off and go kneel at the corner of the bed. Finger yourself while you watch.”
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