My Futa Life Ch 02

(Hey readers! The following has romance, consensual slavery, interracial, Oral, vaginal and anal sex, pregnancy, Futa-Dom, and violence.

I'm going to keep adding to this story, and "Pleasing Amber" the most. Enjoy!)

MARRIAGE

So many triad marriages are clinical, rushed, and focus on slavery.

It took quite of a bit of money, but my backyard was turned into an outdoor wedding venue, complete with a small string orchestra, buffet, and seating for 50.

Today would be perfect.

Well it would have been, but my recently bailed out brother, and my elder futa sister, Alexi showed up. I guess my brother Deon was my sister's 'plus one'. My mother was touching up Jill's makeup, as mine was finished when I saw the two of them enter the room via the mirror.

"Incest is legal, can I sit on your cock before you get married, cause you look amazing!" Deon said. I saw and heard my sister smack my brother.

"You are fucking daft you male piece of shit!" She said as Deon fell to the floor.

"Alexi Language!" My Mother and I said together.

"Sorry ma, lil-sis. He's an idiot!" Alexi stepped on his hand lightly, so he couldn't stand back up.

"You owe me $50 thousand dollars Deon. I hope you have a job!" Mother hissed as she finished Jill's face. I looked at her. She looked perfect. I hoped Michael thought so as well.

"Ma! I got a gig doing trucking. I'll pay you back within two years, no sweat!" Deon looked up at the sister standing on his hand.

"Stay down male. You belong on the floor." Mother started. "I doubt you can spare 25k a year when you are only making 50k." Mother looked over my face, and nodded.

"You both are ready." She announced.

"Thank you mom, Jill looks amazing." I said and kissed her cheek.

"The collars are in the hidden pocket at the back of the dress. By the way, you didn't ask for a gift from me or your siblings?" Mother jangled the two gold collars in the small of my back.

"The only thing I need for the house is a sissy maid. But I'm letting Michael pick her out." I told them. "Besides, after today I will make more money than I can ever spend in four lifetimes."

I heard Deon scream, as Alexi put more weight on his hand.

"You are going to break it!" Dion whimpered.

"You have a nice fat black ass, with some hormones bet you'd have nice hips and titties huh sissy?" Alexi asked our brother.

"No! No! I can't be trusted! I was joking about the incest, Anna Lee help me!" Deon whined.

"Keep him as your sissy dear sister. I can't trust him, even IF he was blissed out of his mind. No I'll find a nice white sissy. I prefer to have a set of porcelain slaves as property." I rubbed Jill's shoulder, out of instinct she went to her knees, sliding out of the makeup chair.

"Up Jill, the music will start soon." I instructed. Mother iced Jill's nipples one more time to make them pop. We made our way to the double doors that led to the House Of Goddess, Futa Wisconsin Synod.

"Mistress, why did Michael and I make up the yard for a wedding, when it is happening here?" Jill whispered.

"That's where the real wedding happens. This is just for my family to make them happy. My mom is a traditional futa, little woman." I whispered back, as Mom and Alexi opened the doors. The pipe organ began to play.

We took our slow steps towards a naked Michael kneeling in front of the altar. We were arm in arm. I was wearing a burgundy wine flowing red dress, and Jill wore a wine red set of stockings that matched our high heeled shoes.

We got to the altar and I made Jill kneel next to Michael.

Blah Blah Blah!

The REAL wedding happened in the back yard. My sister attended with my brother, but my best friend Jennifer, and my mother did not. My aunt Paula attended both as well.

"Dearest Michael and Jill. I promise to keep you free in mind, in the most comfortable of chains, and wrapped in a love that very few Futa or normal slaves can even understand. I promise you romance, an ear that will listen to you, and a heart that will love you from this day until we are buried together in one coffin, alive or dead, you will spend your last moments with my hollow shell." She sighed.

"I will not punish you as a slave unless you disobey like a slave. As long as you act as my husband and wife, punishments will not be needed. I expect both of you, to help me achieve my government mandated goal of five futa births. After which, I would ask you both to help us build our proper family. What do you, my slaves in title, ask of me?" I asked.

Michael looked at Jill. She nodded, but looked nervous.

"I only know slavery. Thank you for giving me your collar. I promise to serve you until I am placed next to your cold body and put in the ground with you. I will put your pleasure before everything, and will be happy to birth your and Michael's children." She said then looked at my feet. I nodded. I really didn't expect much from her. I looked at Michael.

"My Dearest Mistress. Without you I would be lost. I saw you on that late summer day when you were a junior, and I was a freshman. The second day of school. I was in love with you when I saw your black braids twisting and swinging with your head as you talked to Jennifer. I knew you were futa, but you were the most beautiful one on campus.

It took me weeks to have the balls just to talk to you." Michael sighed and smiled.

"Never has a dream come true, some 6 years later, as perfect as this." He lowered his head and lay it on my feet.

"I am yours. By heart, by mind and by body. I give all of myself to you. I wish to have a large family with you and Jill." He started crying.

"When the great grand-kids are tucked in, and you die one night. I too will crawl into your casket, of my own free will, so that I may join you in death." Michael kissed each of my feet then hugged my legs, sobbing happily.

I wiped the tears forming in my eyes, and instructed Jill and Michael to stand.

"ANNA LEE, MICHAEL AND JILL JOYNER!!!" The priestess yelled. The orchestra (with drums, Michael insisted), I hired began playing Avenged Sevenfold's "Hail to the King", as I led my husband and wife to the buffet tables.

Michael can slow dance perfect. But anything with a beat...he looks like he is a marionette. being controlled by someone with the shakes. At least Jill kept up with me on the dance floor.

I was tipping back a glass of champagne when Aunt Paula sat next to me at the table. I had been watching the love grow between Jill and Michael as they slow danced.

"So I transferred the company to you. You are the CEO and majority shareholder as of midnight yesterday." My aunt kissed my forehead. "I'm taking the boys with me, so you will have to replace them." She added.

"Well I do need to give my wife something to do. My husband however, is going to be spoiled after I get us a sissy maid. Until then, he'll have to do all the husband household duties. You know that he actually asked to be a slave so as not to stick out?" I looked at my aunt.

"Given your progressive attitude, I'd say you found the perfect man. Wish I had met him first!" She smiled. My aunt still wanted to bust a nut in his ass, she was jealous.

"Well you'd have had to been an instructor at our high school for that to happen given your age." I teased her.

"Calling me 'old'? Anna Lee, you can do better than that!" She scolded. She seemed insulted. I bent over and kissed my aunt on the lips.

"I love you Auntie. Thank you for everything. Enjoy our secretarial slaves during your retirement. Don't bliss them aunt Paula, they are much more fun when they have their minds." I held her right hand in both my mine.

"I'll think about it." She reached into her purse. She handed me an envelope.

"Inside is your new passkey card and the passwords to all of the programs. You should focus on the Keller account next week. It's the one that is closest to completion. I informed Mistress Keller about the change of power. She wants to buy as many white males as she can for her new chain of whorehouses. She's already started building near Interstates, for futa truckers, and townies. I have secured half of her order, you need another 120 or so to complete the order. I suggest you shop at large farms that are willing to let go of their lazy male slaves cheap. They don't have to be pretty, just able to take dick." She explained.

I nodded and tucked the envelope into my bra. She leaned over and kissed me, on the lips.

"I have boys to fuck at home, and as much as I love you, I really need to bust a nut. Good luck Anna Lee." She said as she walked out of the yard gate.

Michael and Jill walked to me and knelt next to me.

"Did you both eat well?" I asked. They nodded.

"Good, now I want you both to get drunk. Enjoy tonight my dearests! Go drink and dance some more." I shooed them off, then grabbed Jill's wrist stopping her. I waited till Michael was out of earshot.

"I love you Jill. I'm going to put a futa in you tonight. You are really small, so the next couple of pregnancies will be hard on your body. I promise you that I will make sure that you are well taken care of while you carry my children. Okay?" I said. Jill nodded.

"I think I'm coming around to being attracted to small females. I'm even beginning to like your scent. What I'm saying little Jill, is that I actually do love you. I've fallen for you. Just watching you dance with the love of my life made me realize how great of a woman you are." I said.

"Thank you Mistress, that means the world to me. Please get me pregnant tonight. I know what my purpose is." She looked at my feet.

"Your purpose is to keep Michael happy, and be a good wife to him. Your second duty is find love for me in your heart. Yes, I have to put babies into your womb, but as soon as you and I get done with the futa children, you will make love to our husband whenever you choose. I want to have a lot of boys and girls. Maybe a couple futa after the first five are sent to the special school." I summed up.

"Yes Mistress Anna, thank you!" She looked up and smiled at me.

"Mistress, your song is playing." Jill informed me.

"Thanks honey." I said as I found my husband guzzling a beer. I walked up to him at the makeshift bar.

"Our song dearest." Was all I had to say. The beer had made him brave, he pulled me to the dance area and led, as we danced slowly.

"This is why I love you Michael. You wear my collar, yet are still an Alpha male." I held him closer to me.

We closed our eyes and danced slowly. We were the only ones on the floor. No words were spoken, we just enjoyed each other embrace and the music flowing through us. My head lay on the top of his. His head lay on my breast.

I had a dance with Jill as well. Then we got to drinking and opening gifts.

The Honeymoon would have to wait, as I had a ton of work to do. That wedding night, so did Michael.

"Damn it Michael! I said slowly! That hurts!" I was losing my vaginal virginity, while I was the most fertile. Maybe I shouldn't have let him drink so much.

"I'm sorry dear, you are so wet, it just slid in easily." He looked apologetic. "How about we do it cowgirl, then you can control it?" He asked.

"Yeah, I should have thought of that." I sat on his good sized male cock. Seven inches on a white male, is pretty good. Yet I wished he had a micro dick today. I slid the head in, and seethed.

"Baby you are so TIGHT!" He moaned. Jill knelt next to our bed waiting to be bred by me. She would be feeling this pain all to soon. I pushed myself down slowly till I could feel his skin on mine.

Michael looked like he was going to lose his load already.

"If you want to cum, do it." I almost begged.

"Move a bit, up and down baby!" He pleaded.

So I did. That's when I understood what a cervical orgasm was. I began to get excited as his shaft pummeled into my cervix. I changed my mind.

"Don't you dare cum yet! I'm nearly there!" I instructed, eyes closed, panting like a bitch in heat.

"But Baby!"

"No I take it back, a few seconds longer!" I writhed my hips over his sex. I was so close.

The first wave hit me.

"Give me a futa baby Michael! Fill me all up with your seed!" I screamed as I felt wave after wave rush over my body and flow out of my, now hopefully, pregnant womb. I soaked the bed with my orgasm, then collapsed on top of my husband. His face lay between my heavy tits as I caught my breath. I had cum from my cock as well, and his belly was getting glued to mine.

After a shower and some food, Michael had passed out on the couch. I took Jill to the bedroom and had her change the sheets.

I was as gentle as I could be with her, yet she still cried out loud enough to wake our husband. He then watched closely as I impregnated Jill with a futa. I thought I would see jealousy in his eyes. All I saw was love.

REAL LIFE

Sunday morning I woke with Michael trying to get his breakfast. I'd have not said a word about it, but it was HE that INSISTED, that slave protocol be put back in place this morning. So I smacked him off my cock.

"Bad hubby. I'll feed you when I choose to feed you. You made the rules Michael slave, now you have to follow them! Oatmeal for you." I pointed out of the bedroom, telling him to leave.

"Jill, you can eat from me." I moaned a bit disappointed. Why would he forget protocol? Did he want to be punished so that I would see him as a slave? These thoughts began to drift as Jill worked her excellent mouth and throat over my engorged meat. I fed her in a record time of six whole minutes,

"Girl, you will always get breakfast second, but I think you'll get more then our husband from my balls." I laid my head back on the pillow.

"Thank you Mistress."

"Go wash yourself, and make my breakfast." I said. She nodded, bowed and left. I realized I had committed a grave sin. I never made love to Michael last night!!!

I raced out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Michael was pouring hot water onto the cereal, looking hurt. I grabbed the glass measuring cup full of nearly boiling water, out of his hands and placed it in the sink. I picked him up, and threw him over my shoulder. I walked back to the bedroom, and sat him on the bed.

"I was going to eat. You said I could!" He protested.

"I know why you wanted to feed from me this morning without permission. We never consummated our marriage. So it is MY sin, not yours. I'm so sorry Michael. I was thinking pregnancies, not tradition." I knelt on the floor in front of him as he sat on the foot of the bed.

"Please forgive me." I said.

"I love you Mistress. Of course I forgive you. Please give me your cock, and load, so that I might feel just a touch of bliss. Can eat from you after?" He asked all sad looking. Damn he had me wrapped around his little finger.

"Let me get this straight, you want me to cum in you. Not let you push it out, so you can touch what bliss feels like...then you want to clean my cock and have breakfast from me?" I was astounded how brave he was this morning. "Ass to mouth, you are sure?"

"Anna, consummate us. And yes." He rolled onto his stomach and put his ass in the air. I grabbed some lube, and slathered it on generously.

He was tight this morning so I went slow.

I slowly picked up speed to the notes of his moaning. He wanted more so I pushed all the way in and ground into his hot, tight, cum tank. The thought that he was going to keep my sperm inside of him was turning me on. I was so hard, I think I was touching his stomach with my cock. He clamped down on me and I began to pump him slowly, enjoying his anal walls and his love ring, trying to milk me of all I had left in my balls.

"Michael..are...are you sure?" I panted as I held his hips to mine.

"Just once. It's our wedding night..morning..." He sighed.

"Baby, this is a bad idea. I could bliss you with one shot." I groaned. I was close.

"Please?!" He whined.

I kept my cock in him as I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a butt plug. I set it down next to his leg as I made love to my husband.

"I hope you love this!!!" I grunted as I felt my balls pull up into my body and my prostate contract. I blasted a massive load into my husband in waves. My balls began to hurt from the contractions, yet it still felt amazing. I had never cum this hard in the years that Michael and I had been sexually active.

I leaned back and sat on my ankles, pulling my cock out of him, and placed the plug into his tight sexy ass. He rolled onto his back as my cum began to work it's way into his blood stream. I crawled up next to him and kissed him. His pupils dilated obscenely as he gave me a goofy grin between kisses.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"So high...Yet scared." He answered honestly.

"You should be scared. Do you want me to pull the plug out and let you drain out my cum into the toilet?" I asked, a bit concerned.

"No I'm fine, but I can feel it. It's very pleasant. Your cum is amazing." He babbled.

"Yup you are completely cum drunk. I need you to drain that load now before it does damage to your brain." I said. I should have ordered him in hindsight.

"No, just a bit longer. This is way better than beer, or eating breakfast from your balls." He swooned. My guilt over not feeding him this morning was the only reason I let it continue.

Jill brought me breakfast in bed. I turned on the TV, as my husband writhed on the bed sheets like a person high on Ecstasy. I'd let him go until I was done eating then I would make him take out the plug and have him enema.

**"Welcome to FNA, Futa News America, the only source for the truth!"

A white Futa, with long blonde hair, who was very smartly dressed looked grimly into the camera.

"Last night MLM terrorists bombed and burned down the Great Mother Futa Academy auditorium in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Thankfully, the auditorium was unoccupied, and no injuries were reported. Three suspects have been apprehended, and are currently being questioned. Dale Gretaslave is at the scene."

The shot changes to a naked white man with a iron band collar with a microphone in his hand. His cock is in a very small chastity cage. His brown head hair looks to be a two day growth. He is mostly bald.

"Donna, the Male Lives Matter movement left spray paint tags all over the school, effectively claiming this act of terrorism. The Milwaukee Fire Chief has released that it was indeed arson via explosion with an incendiary device. Fingerprints on the paint cans were tracked, and as you said, three runaway slave males were apprehended. A fourth, whom I was told was the mastermind behind this plot has not been identified. Back to you Donna." The reporter smiled at the camera.

"Thank you Dale."**

I turned off the TV. I was done eating.

"Show me your ass Michael." I ordered. He did, and I pulled the plug out. "Go shower, enema, and then I will feed you." I said holding the plug.

"They aren't terrorists. They just want freedom." I mumbled. "Jill come clean this and take my dishes!" I yelled as I heard the shower turn on. Jill collected the dirty dishes and plug and left to the kitchen.

I was curious as to Michael's mental state so I got off the bed and joined him in the shower.

He was finishing the enema's when I walked in. I began to wash his little sexy body with a loofah.

"How do you feel baby? Your brain still okay?" I asked.

"Yes Mistress." He droned.

"Sweetheart?"

"Yes Mistress?" He said in monotone.

"Oh no! Baby NO!" I shrieked. Bastard started laughing.

"Got you Anna!" He turned to face me. I reacted, and smacked him. It wasn't funny!

Michael went to his knees under the spray.

"It was just a joke Mistress. I'm sorry." He was near crying. How hard had I hit him? WHY did I hit him?

"MICHAEL!!! I'm so sorry! It was a bad joke, I didn't mean to hit you!" I went to my knees in front of him.