Part I: Friday
My relationship with Mistress Kayla and Master John had fallen into a bit of a routine after six months. By that time, I was starting to get to the point where I couldn't remember when I hadn't been with them. I shouldn't say so much them, as Mistress Kayla. A month after she'd taken ownership of me, Master John had taken ownership of his own submissive, Gail. Both continued to use me, just as they both used Gail whenever it suited them. While most of the time I attended Mistress Kayla, we also had times when all four of us were together, or when I was given to Master John, or Gail to Mistress Kayla. We played in all permutations. There were certain rules. Only Master John got to fuck Kayla, since she was originally his submissive -- although since Gail had come along, Kayla had become more and more dominant. And Kayla's was the only pussy John fucked. For Gail and me, we were allowed to have sex with each other when given permission and our asses and mouths were always available for use.
Gail and I would arrive at their home every Friday night, usually within a couple of minutes of each other, and be there until Monday morning, when we left and returned to our lives. Upon my arrival I'd walk into the garage on the ground floor, and strip out of my clothes, putting them neatly into a storage bin, from which I'd retrieve my collar, and buckle it around my neck. Then I'd knock on the door, and kneel, awaiting one of my owners. Sometimes, Gail would be waiting there, or I'd be forced to wait until she arrived.
This weekend was a bit different, since Monday was a holiday, so I'd get an extra day with my owners and fellow submissive. On that Friday, I was only there for about a minute or so when Mistress Kayla opened the door. She was dressed in a short, grey skirt, a white blouse, grey hose and black stiletto pumps. As I had been taught, I bent my head to her feet and placed a kiss on the toe of each shoe. "I'm here to serve you, Mistress."
"Yes, you are. Get in here. Your fellow slut is already here. Get in the kitchen and help her get dinner ready." She punctuated this with a slap to my ass as I hurried by her.
I entered the kitchen to a familiar sight -- Gail on her knees with a mouthful of Master John's cock. He had his hand wrapped in her auburn hair as her head bounced up and down and she made slurping noises. He shot me a predatory smile as he ordered me to kneel next to her. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and shoved it into mine. I sucked greedily as he stroked it in and out of my mouth four or five times, his hands on either side of my head. "Ummm," he moaned as he pulled out of my mouth and pulled the zipper up on his pants, "I don't know who sucks cock better. You, the slut here, or your Mistress." He let the comment hang in the air for a moment. "Well, get to work on dinner, bitches," and he strode past us back out into the main part of the house.
We made dinner quietly, without much talk. I set the table with two place settings, and then helped Gail bring the serving dishes out. As I arranged them on the table, she let Master and Mistress know that dinner was served. They followed her into the dining room and sat at either end of the table. "The two of you get under the table," Mistress Kayla ordered as she sat. "We're going to have a contest. David's going to lick my pussy, and Gail's going to suck Master John's cock. First one to make their owner cum wins."
I slid under the table. Mistress spread her legs to allow me access. She wore no panties under her skirt, just a garter belt holding up her hose. Droplets of moisture had already formed on the folds of her labia and I caught the musky scent of her in my nostrils. I dove into her pussy, and she moved forward in her chair a bit in order to give me better access. I could hear Gail behind me working on her Master's cock. All the while, both John and Kayla continued to eat and talk as if nothing were going on. As usual, the more I licked and sucked upon her, the more of her juices I sucked down. I loved the way she tasted -- a mix of sweet and sour tastes as I flicked my tongue up and around her hardening clit.
It was getting harder for both of them to keep eating. I could hear Master grunting, and Mistress was sighing and little moans were escaping her. One hand snaked down under the table, wrapped in my hair, and directed my mouth right onto her sensitive nub. Her hips started to undulate. "Oh fuck....yeah....yeah...fuck," she moaned, then pulled my face hard against her as her legs wrapped around my head and she exploded. "I win!" she yelled.
"Well don't stop, you stupid cunt!" John yelled at Gail. "Just because you lost doesn't mean I don't cum." He slid back from the table, grabbed a handful of Gail's hair and began to brutally face fuck her. "Next time, pussy boy blows me," he announced over her gagging. "He's better at it anyway."
"Maybe you ought to just train your little bitch a bit better." Kayla shot back with a laugh as she leaned back in her chair and took a long drink.
"Yeah, there's going to be some training this weekend." He began slamming his cock into Gail's mouth, then went rigid, burying it deep in her throat, "FUCK!" he roared, "Swallow it all you cunt!" Like Kayla, he leaned back in his chair, recovering, as Gail swallowed all his cum, licking around his softening cock and balls, and making sure she got every drop. I slid out from under the table, and kneeled next to Mistress Kayla's chair, while she absently stroked my hair. As Gail finished cleaning Master John, Kayla got up, walked to her and began pulling her by her hair. "David, you can clean up and eat. When you're done, come to the playroom." She looked down at Gail, "You, my little bitch, lost, so you get to pay."
I began to clean the table. When I went to pick up the dishes in front of Master John, he grabbed my wrist. "You need to start training your little friend. She sucks you off too. You better start teaching her how to do it right."
"Yes, sir."
Master nodded once, then got up and headed into the living room. I finished clearing the table, put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, and then ate. Finishing up, I headed upstairs to the playroom/guest bedroom.
I walked in to find Gail resting with her chest over a small kneeler. A spreader bar kept her legs spread 3 feet apart, and her wrists were secured to the kneeler by snap hooks and wrist cuffs. Her ass was a bright red, and a butterfly vibrator was strapped around her hips and buzzing away. Mistress Kayla looked up at my approach from Gail's head. She had changed out of her clothes, and was naked except for her black, knee-high, stiletto heeled leather boots. She had on the largest strap-on dildo she had -- a 12" monster, that was 3 ½" in diameter, which she was stroking in and out of Gail's mouth. "That's it Gail, suck on that cock. Show it how much you want it, how much you want to make it cum." Drool was running down her chin as she tried to cram as much of it into her mouth and down her throat as she could, gagging on it. "You have to do better," Kayla instructed her, "You want Master John to be happy, don't you?"
"Mmmmmfffff," Gail moaned, as she nodded her head, her eyes looking up at her Mistress.
"Maybe we should give you a real cock to practice on. David, come over here." I hurried over, and stood next to Mistress Kayla, as she pulled the dildo from Gail's mouth. "Show David what you've learned, slut," Kayla said, grabbing my cock, and positioning me directly in front of Gail's mouth. She attacked me with a vengeance, sucking my member deep inside her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head.
"When was the last time you came?" Kayla asked me.
