Biker wanted more than just me. He wanted, needed other slaves. Biker also enjoyed women and did not want to sneak around. As a Master that was His prerogative. He wanted everything Open and Honest. As a fantasy it seemed like nothing to me. The way Biker described it; we would share the house chores, each of us having our assigned duties. Then in playtime it would provide so much more Kink and fun. It sounded so wonderful and easy.
Biker felt i needed to find the new addition to the house, so i began searching. i did most of that searching online, although some was done at public group functions. The first i met online was Wanda. i guess i should start with that i have never been with a female sexually and had no desire to be. It was more an aversion to the whole idea of a female touching me, or me touching her. This was what Master wanted so nothing to do but make it happen, cross these hard limits. i met Wand online on a chat program. She lived only a few hundred miles from me. Biker chatted with her online as well as i. A few times she and i, and sometimes Biker, spoke by phone in a three-way call. A few months of chat, getting to know each other a bit, Biker told me, that for my first time with female, i could have this first time alone with Wanda.
Thing is, Wanda also had a husband. He didn't mind Wanda and i talking or the idea of she and i playing, or so we thought. Thing is He was a total Asshole! He was playing a game. Biker and he agreed to allow Wanda and i to be alone. Turned out he was the worst kind of an abuser. This husband of hers agreed to drive her up to meet me. At this time, Biker and i had not become 24/7. i lived alone in my small apartment. They were driving in that night, and would stay at a motel. When they got in she called me. They said it was ok if i came to the motel, so i went. It was quite late as i had just gotten home from working a second shift at Wal-Mart. Her husband seemed quite nice. i stayed for a few minutes and then He agreed to let Wanda come back to my place.
We sat up for a couple of hours just talking. Having a soda and just getting to know each other better. Nothing happened that night. She went back to her motel. We had agreed to meet the next day for lunch; of course her husband came a long. We went to a Mexican restaurant and had lunch and several drinks. More than we should have i suppose. We had quite a delightful time. i freely admit i was buzzing from the Margaritas, so was Wanda. i still knew what i was doing though; i had Biker's voice in my head. We left the restaurant, and went back to the motel room. Jack said He was going to go get in the hot tub and leave us alone. This had been the agreement. After about five minutes, just as we were changing into something less concealing, He came through the door, saying He had forgotten a towel. i quickly covered myself up. Then He left again. Once more we began quietly rolling back the covers to the bed. i sat down, no clothes on now. Wand was quite and sweet allowing me time to relax, of course with those margaritas, i was doing just fine. Wanda began touching my hair, gently caressing my arm, not saying a word. i really liked her. She was easy to talk to, she didn't push, wasn't aggressive. She had laid me back ever so gently on the bed and began kissing my breasts. i felt myself moving to her touch. She parted my legs easily, as i did not resist. She was touching my wetness, moving in between my legs. Wanda tenderly, slowly began tonguing my slit. Moving over my clit. i could hear myself purring.
i felt safe with her. i could do this. All of a sudden the door burst open i know it had not been ten minutes since Jack had left the room. This time He simply came in and sat down next to Wanda and began touching her. i was so surprised and so was Wanda. i quickly sat up, scrambling to unwind my legs from around her. i grabbed the covers and wrapped them about myself. i could see Jack had not planned to abide by the agreement. i was angry, pissed is more like it and shaken from Wanda's lovemaking. i found out later Wanda was upset too. i said very little, dressed and got the Hell out of there. When i got home i called Biker straight away. my goodness was He angry. If He could have gotten His hands on Jack. Jack might not have been able to drive home. He was also upset that my first experienced had been fucked up. It would be weeks before i heard from Wanda again. She had sneaked online to talked to me. Obviously Jack was not pleased that his plan to be with she and i had failed. So i moved on, leaving that experience behind. i continued to search but found no one.
About a year later i met online, Susan. Many things had happened in that year. i was not yet living with Biker. i had lost my job due to a car accident. i had moved back to my husband's home, i hadn't been able to afford filing for my divorce. At my children's urging my husband allowed me to come back home. God! How i hated having to do this. i knew he hoped we would work things out. i knew it was too late for that, for now i loved Biker, and had been claimed as His. i was out in the cold or would be in a few days, so i went back. i would not move back into his bed. i slept in the den. Things were rough back home. my husband was begging me, trying to seduce me into bed. i just could not. Then raising hell at me, i had told him i was only back cause i had no choice. Well, it was still my home after 35 years of marriage; did not i have some right to it? All the time there i was chatting with Susan online. She would call me or i her. She could hear, my now ex, badgering me, screaming at me. Susan offered to let me come live with her. She lived only about two hours from me, a small town in Tennessee. i spent days crying, needing a way out. So finally i asked if i might still come there. She, Biker and i had been chatting together online. He felt it was the best solution for now.
Just after Christmas, Biker drove down in January. In the freezing cold, i guess about thirty degrees, and i had no riding gear. i was dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a long sleeve shirt. i had one thick blue jersey jacket, and light gloves. The jacket had a hood. Biker would drive down from Kentucky that evening about four. i would walk about two miles into town and meet Him. i waited on the corner in front of the Shell station. Our timing was perfect. Biker pulled up only moments after i had arrived there. i got on the back of His ride, a Suzuki Intruder 1500LC. We left town and started out Hwy 27N. And headed for Susan's.
Man, was it ever cold. my arms were wrapped around Biker; although cold i did not care i was escaping a hellish environment. It began to get dark rather quickly. With the sun going down the cold seem to become frigid. My feet were growing numb as i was wearing only one pair of socks. Biker pulled over into a parking lot. He went through His saddlebags and got another pair. i opened a small yellow travel bag where i had an extra pair of light pants i wore about the house. i went in to the bathroom at the store, and put on those extra pants under my jeans and those extra socks over the other pair i wore. We headed off again up the Smithville Hwy. Once we had arrived at Susan's, i felt so frozen; i could barely get off the bike. My knees felt locked in place. Her family greeted us, as though we were a part of them.
Biker stayed that weekend. That night Biker, Susan and i went to a motel we had previously arranged to stay in, for the night. This would be the first night i saw Biker make love to another woman...i say, made love because this is how Biker is with His other slaves. He treats them with care and tenderness. Susan and i were a bit uncomfortable; Biker didn't seem to be so. We had a few beers. We all got comfortable, Susan and i removing what clothes Biker had instructed should be removed. Things moved right along. Biker began toying with sis. Teasing her nipples. i sat and watched. It wasn't long before it was getting hot and heavy between them. Although i hid it well. This was so different that i had envisioned in my head, Fantasy is just that. It has nothing to do with reality. My heart was breaking. i was battling inside, knowing i had no out, this was the way it would be.
Later Susan told me she knew i was upset. She tried to include me, by pulling me to them. Biker seemed oblivious to anything but her. i felt cold, and not from the weather. i was hurt, deeply hurt. i watched as they continued, Him fucking her. My, Master loving her breasts. Oh! Did i mention how much younger she was than me? How physically awesome she looked, her tits all firm and full. Mine, me being much older, had long since lost their firmness. Huge plump nipples a dark brown and succulent. Her ass firm and round, legs strong. i felt i was dieing inside. Master would, from time to time touch my breasts. She was His new toy, one to be explored and ravished. i felt like an intruder. Yes, i wanted Him to have what He wanted. Isn't that what a slave desires? i am a slave, doesn't matter what i felt.
