A Birthday Surprise From My Slave Pt 02

"Good girl. Get to it." I commanded again.

Jamie paused, then spoke:

"Should I put my collar on?" she asked submissively despite looking straight down at me.

"Yeah, I think so." I said, suddenly realizing I absolutely wanted that to happen.

"Yes Master." She said as she walked off to grab the thin, black leather collar. I turned and watched her leave, staring at the amazing sway of her ass back and forth as she walked. Shannon made some smartass remark, but I cut her off mid smartass comment by holding my index finger in the air.

I moved to the elevated wrestling ring as Jamie made her way over and faced Shannon. She was still sitting in the couch about 10 feet away. I leaned on the ring, and I could just barely get my butt up on the ring's padded floor so I could put Jamie on her knees to do her slavely duties.

Jamie walked up with her collar and leash combo locked on and gave me the key, which hung from a necklace. Shannon bought Jamie a special collar that locked together securely; not some cheap dog collar she could take off with no problem. That lock also connected a leash made of smooth silver chain with a black leather loop for the owner to wrap comfortably around their wrist. Although the chain was thin, I knew it was very strong.

I put the necklace around my neck. Jamie then held out the loop of the leash and I took that too.

"Not that you are going anywhere, but I really like a collared and leashed slave!"

"I know Master." She replied submissively, still looking down at me and awaiting the command to start sucking.

I enjoyed this. So very, very, much. Here was this tall, successful, super hot girl who was my willing slave girl. Well, my and Shannon's willing slave girl. On command, she would clean for us, cook for us, suck my dick, pedicure Shannon's feet, give massages, be a foot rest or anything else I wanted and that was after she would let me punch her belly, crush her, scissor her, choke her, trample her and dominate her physically in any twisted way Shannon or I could think of.

She was a live, willing, wrestling dummy for us to play with and I had become convinced Jamie enjoyed it as much as Shannon and I did.

To top it off, right now she had a collar and leash locked around her neck with the key around my neck and was seconds from sucking my dick.

'But, enough about enjoying her standing next to me. Humiliation time!' I thought deviously.

"Down" I commanded firmly.

She knelt.

"Shorts."

She gently pulled down my shorts and boxers as I stepped out of them. Other than the key around my neck, the key to Jamie's locked on collar and leash, I was naked in front of two women. She started leaning forward, and I extended my hand as I pulled the leash tight. This stopped her progress. I was holding her off my dick with her leash.

"Beg." I commanded, "Beg your Master to suck his dick."

Shannon gasped an audible gasp, but didn't speak.

Jamie looked up and smiled as she blushed and her face reddened. She giggled. Then said quietly to herself "Okaaayyyy"

Then she begged. My boner was so hard as soon as she started begging I began to worry the blow job might only take a minute or two.

"Please Master Please! I've been a good slave girl haven't I? Please. Please!"

"Master I will do a good job, you know I will, I know I will, I won't forget the balls, we both know I won't! Master PLEASE!"

I pushed my hips out and quickly twisted my hips to swing my rock hard dick and slapped her in the cheek with it.

Jamie giggled again as Shannon laughed out loud and shrieked "Did you just fucking dick slap my slave!"

I brough my hips back and leaned on the ring again. I brought my hand back and tugged on her leash to bring her forward. She took the hint, and took me in her mouth.

As with every blow job Jamie had given him, it made my legs weak and my heart race. She gave great, enthusiastic head! Her mouth was wet and warm and her tongue moved around non-stop. She bobbed her head, pulling on the leash in my grasp, and just for fun I held firm and didn't give any ground. Jamie was then doing a sort of half bob up and down as I held the leash tight and didn't allow her to back up enough for my dick to leave her mouth.

She kept going like that while pausing periodically to work her tongue on the sensitive underside of my cock when I got a truly naughty thought.

I wrapped the leash around my waist and over itself to tie a simple knot. I moved the loop to my stronger right hand. Then I pulled the leash to my lower belly. Now Jamie's face was about two inches from my body and my dick was planted firmly in her mouth. The leash and my firm grasp held her securely.

She pulled back. I held firm. Due to the loop around my waist, she didn't have enough leash to pull away. She was leashed securely to my body with my dick in her mouth. She had no way to pull it out! It was glorious!

She tickled my balls with her left hand and rubbed the back of my thigh with her right while working her tongue as much as she could despite a mouth full of my dick and no freedom to move her head. I assumed this was a way to pleasure me into releasing her.

"What do you think now?" I asked, somewhat rhetorically since she couldn't physically pull my dick out of her mouth.

"Uhhh... huh" she uttered, unable to form words.

"I said, what do you think now? Do you like this? Collared? Leashed? Basically chained to my dick?!" I asked in a taunting tone. Shannon shrieked again but didn't speak.

"ehh a'ha." She mumbled through my dick in a weak attempt to say "Yes Master"

"Want me to let you go? Want to quit?'

She paused every so slightly before answering:

"O a'ah" was her reply.

I assumed this was her mouthdick version of "No Master".

I asked her some more questions as I enjoyed her responses as she tried to talk with a mouthful. To her credit, she kept working her tongue when not trying to talk.

'Damn I'm lucky!' I thought as I reminisced about how I broke Jamie down in a wrestling session when we first met, goading her into worshipping my feet during and at the end. As she mumbled more, I thought about the session a bit later where I and Shannon (mostly Shannon) took control of her. As the weeks went by, Jamie eventually submitted, willingly, to be our slave, pay us a monthly tribute, and give us the ability to control her entire life.

She gave us her credit card numbers, social media login information, and made Shannon a signatory on her main bank account. Shannon and I could legally bankrupt her and destroy her social media presence on every platform she was on.

Not that we ever would! Honestly, Shannon and I had money and Shannon was findom to her slave David to boot. No, getting Jamie to give up that information and control of her life was a sign of submission.

That was what this was all about: Jamie was happy being a submissive slave to us and we were happy dominating her at our convenience.

'Just like I'm pretty happy right now!' I thought as Jamie mumbled another answer to my questioning.

'But, it's probably time to let her go....' I thought, somewhat sadly. '...this seemed like a great idea, but she gives better head when she can move around. But, maybe just a bit more fun before I let her go....'

I braced my grip on the leash with my hand, securing my hold over her and giving her no space to move. She was chained to my dick and I was ready to hold on.

'She might buck like a rodeo horse....' I thought silently as I looked up at Shannon for the first time.

Right before I reached down with my left hand and pinched her nose closed, I took note that she was still working her tongue on the underside of my cock, tickling my balls and rubbing the back and inside of my leg. Despite such dedication to her craft as a slave, now she could only breathe through her mouth, which just happened to be full of my cock.

Shannon held her hands to her cheeks in shock and mouthed silently "You mother fucking asshole".

Jamie's breath started to labor. She started breathing harder and for the first time stopped working her tongue. She started to try to pull back. I held firm.

"A' ba' ah la me a'her" she mumbled as she started to labor her breaths and pull harder on the leash. She didn't pull as hard as she could, however. She was still bigger and stronger than I was and could easily push away if she used both, or likely just one, of her arms. But she didn't.

"lee ah ma o a mo ah!" she stuttered, her voice elevating slightly as she tried to say "please let me go master". I wondered if she was starting to stress.

At that point, I decided she had suffered enough for my pleasure. I released her, and she pulled back and took a deep breath.

"Master...." She said through labored breathing. "you've never...."

I held up an index finger to silence her. It worked. I flexed my dick and made it bob up and down in front of her. She smiled, got the memo, and started sucking it with the same enthusiasm as before I chained her to it.

I looked up at Shannon who was shaking her head despite a huge smile on her face. She mouthed "That's my mother fucking man" and kissed the air in my direction.

It was getting to be too much: Shannon's pretty face, Jamie's blow job skills (at the moment she was sucking on my balls and clumsily trying to rub on my dick with her hand), and the power trip of chaining her to my cock with her leash that was locked around her neck with the key around my neck.

I started moaning. My breath quickened. It was almost over. Jamie knew, she had done this enough. She took my member back in her mouth and started fondling my balls with both hands.

Suddenly I called out "Fuuuuccckkkkk meeeeeee" as I blew my load into her waiting mouth.

As she had done so often, she took it, steadied herself, swallowed it down, and seductively said:

"Thank you Master. I hope I've been a good slave."

I was breathing heavy, but nodded. Jamie picked up my shorts and raised her eyebrows, silently asking if she should put them back on. I nodded again.

She slipped my feet through my boxers and shorts and pulled them up. She looked up at me with a bit of uncertainty, like she always did after sucking me off and swallowing my load, and I cupped her face with my hand, and said:

"Yes Jamie, you were a good slave girl." in a tone I would use to console a child. "I hope the leash things wasn't too much."

She smiled and said:

"It caught me off guard.... But I guess it was ok."

"Jaime get the fuck over here." Shannon commanded calmly, yet assertively.

She smiled down at me, then walked over to the couch where Shannon was sitting. I gawked at her ass as she walked away, that natural sway of her hips and ass cheeks as she walked was just..... mesmerizing to me, even today.

'That red spandex is hugging everything pretty close after the wrestling match too.' I thought silently, noticing the tight material riding up Jamie's ass and leaving little to the imagination. I even saw that line from her thong as she walked off.

Shannon was laying down on the couch as Jamie approached and told her to sit on the far left cushion as she lowered her head onto the right side armrest. As Jamie sat, Shannon laid one foot on her lap and put her other foot on top of the couch by Jamie's head. She told Jamie to move closer so she could play with her hair with her foot.

Without being commanded, Jamie started giving Shannon's other foot a deep, thorough massage as it laid in her lap. They started talking about the match that Jamie had won, and I felt a bit like a third wheel.

So, without asking, I put that short chair back in front of Jamie and grabbed her right calf. I lifted up her foot and started sucking on her toes again, just like before the blow job. If I hadn't just came down Jamie's throat, I would have had another boner instantly. She has such beautiful, soft, big feet with long, perfectly shaped toes painted cherry red to match her booty shorts/sports bra outfit.

She was a bit taken aback when I started, and politely said:

"Master, you don't have to do that if you don't want too."

"I know....." I started to say as Shannon interrupted me.

"But my baby LOVES feet! And I fucking love him for it! Enjoy it bitch, not every day does the fucking Master suck the slaves fucking toes!"

Her voice indicated she was nearly drunk, again, she can't hold her booze. I didn't care. They went back to talking while I licked Jamie's soles, sucked her toes, and worked my tongue between her long toes and she wiggled her toes to play with my tongue and mouth. It was a fantastic, yet short, moment of time.

Then it was over. Jamie had been working a few days a week from home but had a meeting at her office she wanted to get up early to prep for just a bit more. It was only just after 9:00pm, but I unlocked her collar and leash, and she left.

I then turned my attention to the other woman in the room: my pretty wife. I won't lie, after losing the wrestling match to my slave I was feeling a bit emasculated. Let's face it, I didn't just lose: she crushed me. Bad. Sure, I scored two pins, but I was very lucky to get one of them. She basically beat me 5-1 instead of 4-2.

It stung a bit, but past that sting was a new sting slowly settling in my mind: if I can't beat her now, I may never beat her again?

Despite me losing to Jamie, Shannon was the true badass of the house. She honestly was. She may be 5'5" just like me, but she is thick in the right places after playing major college volleyball and keeping up her workout routine since. She had learned to wrestle and box in college from these two guys on the wrestling team. More specifically, she had taken a "self defense, fighting and wrestling" class and then worked privately with the graduate student teachers, who just happened to be D1 wrestlers. They probably worked with her after hours just to roll around with a super hot blonde wearing spandex and a sports bra, not out of the goodness of their hearts. They probably were trying to fuck her, and Shannon more than likely led them on more than a little bit.

Either way, Shannon has always been able to beat my ass and I'm 100% cool with that. But, now, after just losing to Jamie and getting my dick sucked, I was starting to think I should give her a thorough sexual humiliation and beatdown to get my confidence back up. She liked to give up control, although she didn't like to do it very often, and she did like it when I take control. She especially liked it during sex.

Shannon was a true dominant, alpha female type, but she was also a woman. She liked her man to be a man in the bedroom sometimes. She liked to be fucked. She liked when I led and did what I wanted the way I wanted to do it. It helped that I also knew what she liked and I tried to be a generous lover, but she liked when she didn't have to think. What she could just be submissive and let me fuck her how I like.

I was thinking this may be one of those times. I felt I needed that tonight.

"Get your bitch ass over here and finish rubbing my feet!" Shannon called out, "I don't think you have suffered enough for losing to that cock sucking skank! Suck on my fucking toes, or you may get another fucking beating!" she teased and taunted in or mostly drunken tone.

'That settles that!' I thought to myself. 'It's time to be put in your place!'

"Up." I said directly and assertively as I motioned for her to rise with both of my thumbs.

"Ex fucking cuse me?!" she called back through a laugh. "Care to fucking rephrase that shit?"

"No." I said. I deliberately didn't say more, leaving an awkward pause. I stared at her, a smile broke across my face, and I winked.

"You mother fucker...." She said, understanding what was happening. "You can't dominate one enslaved slut so you want to fucking take it out on me?!"

"Yeah." I said as I paused again.

"A bit less bitching about it would be good too." I said firmly. "Beg if you want, I would like that, but no fucking bitching."

"Look you piece 'a shit, I'm a...." Shannon started to say before I grabbed her arm with both hands and tried to twist it and turn her whole body around. She resisted, not wanting too, so I eased up on the twisting motion and pulled her close. I whispered in here ear:

"Time for me to have some control. Let me be selfish. You know the safe word." I said in an asking tone. "I kinda need this, I just got my ass legitimately kicked back there." I continued in a softer tone, almost a nurturing tone. Shannon and I had always had a pretty varied sex life, and one giving all the power and control to the other wasn't a new thing for each. However, usually it was Shannon with all the power and me with none.

We even had a chastity cage I wore periodically. There is no more power a woman can have over a man than locking away his cock away from him and wearing one of two keys on her anklet and the other on a long necklace that allowed it to hang right between her boobs.

Now I wanted that power, but she had to agree.

"Okay, have your control. I love you. You earned it, maybe I deserve this..." she said quickly and somewhat cryptically. I was an odd phrase to utter at that point.

"You deserve this?" I asked, unsure her meaning.

"You want your fucking moment or not??" She said quietly yet decisively. "I'm yours baby! Now you are my Master and I'm your slavegirl...." She said as she peeled her shirt off and unbuttoned her pants. "... and I want to be a good slavegirl for my new Master..." she cooed seductively.

I started making out with her as I unhooked the bra and tossed it aside. I moved to her ear and neck as she was peeling off her pants, panties and all, as I did so. I grabbed the arm again (she let me this time) and turned her around. I twisted it up behind her back and up towards her shoulder blades just enough to let her know who the fucking man was but not enough to hurt her.

I walked her to the side of the couch and bent her over it, shoving her face into the cushion as I did so. I felt up her freshly shaven pussy to find it just started to moisten up for me. I entered her after a bit more time playing with her pussy with my fingers. It was as glorious as it was the first time we had sex.

She moaned as I entered and started moving her hips a bit as we found a rhythm. It was hard for her to move as I had her pinned over the side of the couch, but she did try. I worked her pussy over as I put more than one hard slap on her ass cheeks. I would periodically stop and grope her ass, pussy, and thighs roughly and then pretend I was going to stick it in her ass.

I wouldn't, she doesn't go that way and I'm not sure I want to either, but I like to tease her like I might. I pushed the teasing a bit more as I started slowly humping her ass crack without actually sticking it in her ass.

"Don't you fucking do it! Ray, please, I'm willing to be the submission slut but you know..."

Before she could finish, I resumed the fucking and that shut her up. Then, after a few minutes and wondering how long I had left, I decided to get super greedy.

I braced myself and grabbed her hip with my free hand (the other still had her arms twisted behind her) roughly for support. I then picked up my left leg and put my foot in the couch cushion right next to her boobs.

"Ray, no, not your foot on my....."

I interrupted her again when I lifted my foot again and tried to bring it down on her face and head. I failed, and the bottom of my foot and toes scraped across her face instead of landing on her head and cheek.

"Fuck Ray that hurt. No, I don't wanna..."

"Who is the slave and who's the Master here?!" I said bluntly, implying she shouldn't complain. I softened my tone and gently followed up by saying:

"You know the safe word, I will stop if you can't handle it, but I think you know what I want to do."