I was completely, physically, sexually, and otherwise drained at the end of the evening. Roxanne, Jen, and even Carl had worn me out between them. I had expelled one load in Jen's ass, one in Roxanne's, and the last in Carl's, but I also came on Roxanne's tits once, only to have Carl and Jen both lap it up and share it in a truly fantastic French kiss that proved how lusty Jen could be for all time. That is, if there were any skeptics left, which there wouldn't be in my household. Carl came thrice, the first time down Jen's throat, as she was still too sore to be fucked in the pussy, the second in Roxanne's cunt, and the last time in my mouth. Jen and Roxanne also ate each other out repeatedly all night long while stimulating us men for another round.
Yes, we were all tuckered out, the four of us. I kissed all three of my partners fully on the mouth, none of us being squicked these days about two men playing tonsil hockey at all. If I could swallow Carl's cum and butt-fuck him, I could certainly give him a little tongue. I actually found it quite relaxing to get dressed and hold Vicky in my arms once Pam brought her back home from her time with her biological grandmother. That Pam winked at me as she passed me the newborn angel was utterly beside the point. I would pay up later, no doubt, but not yet.
For now, my little princess needed her Daddy. I could already tell that she would be a Daddy's girl, because despite my lack of any shared genes with Vicky, she was very attached to me and would calm down immediately, especially once I spoke to her. Jen smiled at both of us and then took another photo, just for her own album, I suppose. The "proud papa", she called it. That fit me to a tee, of course. I might be a strange, unorthodox version by modern standards, but I was in my own weird way still a family man.
"You really are quite the man. Lecherous stud one minute, proud husband and father the next. She feels incredibly safe and secure with you. She knows that you love her and would never let her down. She also knows that you're going to spoil her rotten, just like mine did for me. We can both tell that. It's just how you are. Butterfly kisses, hugs, bedtime story reading, etc. I know that about you already. You just can't resist the idea of bringing a smile to a child's face, especially your daughter. She'll be a Daddy's girl, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
"In a nutshell, Master, you're going to be the best husband and father ever, not to mention the man and master of my dreams. I have no idea why I am unable to disobey you, but I'm glad that I can't. I'm glad that you are what you are. You can no more cease to command than I can cease to obey. We are what we are. I am your slave. You are my master. It's not just what I want. It's what I need. I just hope that it never ends. Call it Stockholm Syndrome or whatever, but I love you because you took control of me without hesitation. From that moment onward, I became your slave and I've never wanted to be free again.
"So, when am I getting your tattoo? I want to wear your collar, too, if that's possible. I want to wear it in public, too. I want everyone to know that I am yours, your slave, your property, your chattel. It makes me wet to know that I could spend much of the rest of my life naked and collared, too. If I thought that you could get it up again tonight, I'd jump your bones the moment that we had some free time," Jen confessed what I had already more or less understood about her...
She had stopped being a victim of my newly discovered mind control powers some time back and embraced her new life. She was also in love with me. I could tell, but then I was in love with her, too. She was also apparently so horny that she would want an encore if her maternal duties and my sore, limp dick weren't such glaring issues for the rest of the night. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who once so angered me that I snapped at work and told her to kiss my ass. Personally, I wondered if on some level, she provoked me out of a desire to bring out the dominant side of me.
As it was, we spent time with the newborn, both of us, holding and fussing over it, until it was time to try get her to sleep ... emphasis on try. It was much easier said than done. I lay down shortly afterward, only to be awakened not half an hour later by a very cranky Vicky. Jen seemed to guess her mood correctly, because the moment that she started nursing our daughter, the little one became peaceful and content once more.
There were a few more such incidents, though I confess to sleeping like a log, apparently because Jen refused to wake up and did her best to ensure that I stayed asleep. I didn't learn this until I actually expressed some guilt over not waking up to help out and Jen winked at me.
"Master needs his sleep. I'm the one on maternity leave, remember?" she told me with a very ardent kiss.
"So, if this keeps up, who watches the baby during the day?" I wondered as I realized that Jen had in mind.
"For the first part, me. When I go to bed, it will be Cheryl, followed by Jess and Jamie, Roxie, and then Pam will visit to watch her for a little while. We've agreed that she is the closest thing that I still have to a mother these days and I will start calling her 'Mom', so she will still get to be Grandma. She has in turn conceded that Garth is more of a brother than a husband to me and at heart always was, though he still fucks me now and then, whenever it pleases you and her. Anyway, we ladies are going to have quite the time watching our angel," Jen assured me.
"Just don't forget that I'll want to hold her now and then. She's my daughter, after all," I smiled at the thought of this young lady getting so much affection from her family and friends.
"Master, you can hold her whenever you wish. None of us would dream of stopping you. You're doing an incredible thing, were even before this whole family came together. You took in a pregnant lady and claimed her child, another man's seed, as your own. She loves you already. She knows that you're Daddy, that you love her and provide for her. Trust me, Vicky will think that you're the greatest man who ever lived, that you can do no wrong. She'll be proud to be your daughter," Jen promised.
"Our daughter, yes ... I am very proud to be her father already. I'd step on anyone who ever tried to hurt her and crush that person like the miserable worm that he is. With this power that I have, I could do it, too, very easily," I spoke with conviction.
"I believe you, Master, which makes me feel so much happier that I'm your woman, well, you know what mean ... your slave, your wife... ," Jen trailed off, fearing that she had said something silly.
