I had some pretty vivid dreams that night, although I couldn't remember much of them. Waking up, I felt refreshed and calm, but I still had a raging morning wood. My face was buried inside Veronica's inner thighs, which were starting to move. Her fingers went into my hair, massaging and pulling them in a circling pattern. She started pulling harder, until my face was grinding on her pussy.
"Eat me," Veronica told me, "I enjoy an early meal."
I started eating her, softly. It added some pressure on my already erected member, trapped inside it's plastic cage. My tongue circled her lips, then went for a couple strokes around her clitoris. I repeated this cycle until she started moaning. Amazingly, it took her only minutes before getting to the edge of orgasm. Her body started to clench and tighten itself, as she let out a deep, sensual sigh, without much voice. After lying her head on her pillow for a minute, she lifted it up and looked at me.
"Do you wanna fuck me, right now?" she said.
I was quite surprised. A wave of deep desire went thru my body, reminding me how much I wanted to enter her. I tried controlling my rapidly increasing breathing.
"Yes, if it is what you desire, Mistress Veronica."
She lifted her back and sat, still on the bed, and kissed me. Her hands went on my thighs, which made me shiver even more. Then, she went for her necklace, holding the key in its compartiment. She opened it, drew the key out, and approached it towards my caged cock. I felt like I was going to explode out of that thing. I was almost closing my eyes, holding my head back.
Suddenly, she slapped my balls, not too hard, but enough to send a serious jolt of pain inside my whole body. She started laughing, putting the key back into her necklace. A deep sense of frustration filled me. She hugged me.
"Ooooh, poor thing. Don't be sad," she said in a soft, but sarcastic voice.
I felt both frustrated and in despair, but also was glad she'd be kind in a sort of way. In that moment, I couldn't distinguish between liking or disliking her, which just made me feel even more helpless. I was already starting to mix up affection and punishment.
She led me out of the room, and we went for the living room. The other girls were there, still half asleep, their hair messed up a bit. I found something attractive about the fact they were "natural". It gave me the feeling they were both careless and confident, which I attributed to myself, being obligated to serve them, but also on my own free will. They didn't have to compete with each other to impress the "male", or to bring his attention to themselves. I've always felt like men and women were equal, in our modern society; in this moment, I realised how truthful it could be. Although I had given them power over me on my own account, this exchange of power showed how much deep and profound relationships can be, when both men and women are free to express themselves, in a world we own and both have control over.
"We're going outside on a small trip," said Veronica, bursting my train of thoughts.
She walked towards what I noticed was a guitar case.
"You told me you were a guitar player, right?"
"Yes, I know a few songs, Mistress," I told her.
"That's great! Chloe also knows how to play. Let's get to our 'special place', together."
I realised I still didn't know the girls' names! The blonde girl said, looking at me in the eyes :
