6 Times a Day

Brenda had had a rough night sleeping. Her submissive side had fully awakened and lately it seemed like she was thinking or daydreaming about sex with Alan all the time. In particular, she was always thinking about sex with a very dominating and controlling Alan, which she found disturbing, beguiling, and extremely arousing. She was so excited about the upcoming poker party that she couldn't get to sleep for a long time, and then once she did, she kept waking up after having powerfully erotic dreams.

When the morning rolled around she tried to call Susan to share stories, as had become their daily habit, but Susan didn't answer the phone. Brenda was disappointed, because those calls had come to mean a lot to her. She didn't get to see Alan much in the flesh, but at least she got to live vicariously through Susan. She especially wanted to get a "blow by blow" account of how Alan had spanked Susan the night before. That was quite possibly the most thrilling news for her from the Plummer house yet, which was saying a lot.

As a result of not getting enough sleep, she took a nap just after lunch. But while napping she soon found herself in another Alan-focused erotic dream.

Not surprisingly, it was grew out of her anticipation of the upcoming poker party. The dream started with her standing at the door to the Plummer house. She rang the doorbell, but no one answered. After ringing it several times, she was on the verge of giving up. But then she heard a distant male voice, coming from somewhere inside the Plummer house: "Come in!"

She reluctantly opened the door, walked in, and closed it behind her. She looked around and couldn't see anyone. She felt strange about being there, since she still didn't know any of the Plummers that well. But then she heard again, clearer this time: "Come in!" After a pause, the male voice added, "Over here!"

She walked from the foyer into the living room. From there, it was a straight visual shot into the dining room. She couldn't actually see anyone through the wide opening between the living room and dining room, but she could hear noises coming from there.

She tentatively walked closer to where the noises were coming from. She spoke loudly. "Hello? It's me, Brenda. Is it okay if I come in? Remember, you invited me to the party?"

This time it was a female voice who answered, "Come on in! You're just in time!"

Despite the friendly tone of voice, Brenda was increasingly nervous the deeper she went into the house. Her heart was pounding fast and hard. She looked down at herself and was relieved to see that she'd chosen a very sexy outfit to wear. In fact, it was so sexy that she'd also worn an overcoat, for fear of being seen by someone else while in transit. The overcoat was still on her shoulders, but it was wide open in front, revealing most of her dramatic red dress, including a plunging neckline in front that went nearly down to her navel. Needless to say, that presented her humongous tits for all to see.

She passed the threshold of the living room entrance, which let her look around the room. Her jaw literally dropped at what she saw. "Oh! ... God!"

Katherine and Amy were sitting at the dining room table, playing cards. They both were completely naked. That would have been shocking enough, but that wasn't what most surprised Brenda, because between where she stood and the table was a love seat. Alan was sitting in it in the nude, looking very relaxed. Susan and Suzanne were naked and on their knees before him, licking his cock together. They probably would have been holding and stroking it too, except that their arms were bound with rope behind their backs.

She could see that their pussies were leaking copiously and their rear ends had been spanked until red.

Even though Brenda had cried out in dismay when she entered, both Susan and Suzanne ignored her completely, as if they were unaware of her presence. The sound of their licking and slurping continued unabated. Alan glanced her way, but only briefly, as if she were of little importance. He seemed to take no special notice of her deeply-plunging neckline.

As a result, it was Amy who was the first to say, "Oh, hi Brenda! Glad you could make it. Cool beans!"

Brenda just stared at Susan and Suzanne and the way their tongues were steadily lapping around Alan's stiff cock. She'd never seen anything so simultaneously disturbing, and arousing in her life. Her heart pounded even harder, making her wonder whether she was going to pass out. "What's going on here?!"

Amy giggled, like that was a silly question. "It's kinda obvious, don'tcha think? Just a typical evening at the Plummer house!" She giggled some more.

Brenda thought, Why are they tied up like that?! It looks like they absolutely love what they're doing. Hell, their loud slurping and sucking sounds alone imply that. So why aren't they being allowed to use their hands?! And what did they do to deserve a spanking?! Is he going to spank ME too?!

Katherine twisted around in her seat to give Brenda a good look. "Oh dear. Woman, you're dreadfully overdressed. Take that off immediately!"

"B-b-but..." Brenda stammered. "I just came here to play cards. Not to... you know..." It seemed as if the sexual sounds Susan and Suzanne were making were somehow being conveyed straight to her pussy and nipples. It was so arousing that she wanted to fall to her knees, although she didn't understand why.

Katherine spoke in a very bossy tone. "Less talking, more stripping. I'd hurry, if you don't want your ass to look as red as theirs!"

Brenda felt strangely cowed. Despite her outrage at the double blowjob taking place just a few feet from her, and the realization that she could simply walk out of the house if she wanted to, she found herself slowly removing her overcoat.

That revealed all of her sexy red dress. Once she'd put the overcoat on a nearby stool, Amy said, "Nice! Hey, Master! Check out Brenda here!"

A thrill ran down Brenda's spine. The title "Master" played a large part in her fantasies and in the pornography she enjoyed. To hear it uttered in "reality" (since she didn't realize she was dreaming) shook her to her very core, making her legs tremble. She turned her gaze back to Alan, looking at him in an entirely new light. Master! Master Alan! Sitting there just like a lord and master! UNH! HNNNG!

Alan was slouched back against some pillows with his eyes closed, permitting him to luxuriate fully in the feeling of two tongues pleasuring his cock. But at Amy's request he opened his eyes and gave Brenda another glance. "Nice." He closed his eyes again, obviously savoring the double blowjob even more.

Brenda had spent nearly two hours making herself look perfect, just for him. Her dress was extremely expensive, showing off her huge tits right to the edge of her nipples. She'd even struck a sexy pose for him. She was miffed that she was only able to capture his attention for a few seconds.

Her temper flared. She folded her arms underneath her heavy rack, inadvertently (or maybe not so inadvertently) showing off even more of her peachy tit-flesh. She closed her eyes and grimaced as she griped, "'Nice?' Is that it?! Just nice?! And what's with this 'Master' shit, Amy? Did you really just call him that?!"

"Yep! I sure did!" Amy replied with her usual happy enthusiasm. "'Cos that's what he is. Right, Kat?"

Katherine replied, "Sure thing. Master Alan owns and controls all four of us, and some other women too." She spoke to Brenda. "But surely you guessed that already, didn't you? Otherwise, why did you come back to be initiated? Oh, and take off the rest."

Brenda was in a daze. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Master Alan owns and controls...?!" He's going to initiate ME?! Does that mean... he's going to make me not just one of his personal cocksuckers, but even one of his... one of his... slaves?! Oh GOD!

Saying the word "slaves," even in her own mind, sent an even bigger electric jolt through her body. Her arousal level shot to the stratosphere. She muttered, "The... the rest?"

Amy explained, "The rest of your clothes, silly! Our master likes his slaves completely naked. Everybody knows that!"

Brenda didn't understand why she didn't just up and flee the house. She didn't know why she was suddenly blushing cherry red and feeling extremely horny. Most of all, she didn't understand why she felt so compelled to take off the rest of her clothes. Just, just look! The four of them are just hanging around naked, looking seriously HOT. Susan and Suzanne are going to town on his cock, lovingly licking it like that's the most important thing in their world. Obviously, they ARE his slaves!

She slipped one shoulder strap off her shoulder, then did the same with the other. Both of her magnificent round breasts were slowly exposed as the straps slid down her arms. It's all so... crazy! Frightening! Intoxicating! I seem to be taking my dress off! If I don't do something, and fast... Soon, that'll be ME, with my wrists bound behind my back, sharing his cock with his other slaves, spending hours with them licking it! No matter how much I love slobbering and gagging on his great cock, he'll probably spank my ass anyway, just to show me who's the master here! Oh God! Too scary and exciting! What about my free will?!

She looked over to Alan and was both pleased and frightened that he was actually taking the time to watch her strip. She found it daunting that such a powerful man was focusing entirely on her - not counting the double blowjob he was enjoying, of course - and that filled her with a great desire to please him and live up to his undoubtedly high expectations. Although her hands were trembling, she tried her best to strip both quickly and sexily. By that time, her dress was down to her waist. She started shimmying in an enticing manner to get it past her wide hips.

He's just a ... kid! I have to be strong. Resist! I really shouldn't be putting on a sexy performance like this. If I don't stop, I'll end up... end up a slave too! Like them! With a master. Master Alan. My master! My lord! ... No! No! It's wrong. Those are just crazy fantasies. I don't want a real lord and master, do I?

But even those thoughts didn't slow her down. The more she pulled her red dress down her body, the more she warmed up to the idea of being one of his sexual servants, even if that meant forever. She hadn't been wearing any underwear when she'd arrived, so it wasn't long before she was down to just her high heels. She bent far over to take them off, while also showing off her big yet toned bare ass. Her face was even redder than Susan's and Suzanne's well-spanked asses.

She heard a particularly loud male groan. She couldn't see Alan because of the way she was bent over and showing off her bare ass and wet pussy to him, but she thought, That was him! Did he groan because of me?! Is my master pleased with my body? I hope my big tits help make his cock stiff. I hope he looks at my hot, tight cunt and wants to fuck it! Wait! No! I just called him "my master," but he's not! Not yet. There's still hope I can retain my freedom. I'm going to fight this!

But just as she reached down to remove the first of her high-heeled shoes, Katherine said, "No, keep those on. Look around. That's the only thing any of us get to wear most of the time. Well, not counting our collars."

Brenda stood back up and looked closer. Thanks to their long haircuts and the fact that they were mostly facing away from her, she hadn't seen much of their necks. But sure enough, she realized that all four women were wearing both red high heels and iron collars. She practically swooned, she found that so arousing.

Amy giggled and nudged Katherine. "Check it out! Did you see the way she just swooned? She's totally into it already. She needs a good collaring."

Katherine nodded. "And a good dicking! A serious deep spearing. Brenda, you certainly came to the right place for that. You're gonna get a lot of cock, and a lot of enslavement!"

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Brenda suddenly found herself on the verge of tears, because the situation was rapidly progressing beyond her control. "But... but... I don't want that! What kind of woman do you think I am?!"