"Will you get that," Tina casually requested.
It was day two of my foray into the world of sub/dom kink. I had been picked up at a party by a beautiful vixen named Tina, sweet one second and full of humiliating commands the next. She had me dressed in sheer women's panties, pink no less, stockings and garter and baby doll type nightwear.
I panicked. I looked down at my attire and wanted to run and hide under the bed. Tina saw my panic and said, "Relax, he'll be expecting you to be dressed this way, and you look sexy as hell. Just open the door, invite him in and he'll take over from there. So far this has all come very natural to you. Trust your instincts."
That helped. I sauntered to the door as a second, less patient knock came. I opened it and said "Hello, please come in." He stepped in and I closed the door, feeling as self-conscious as one might feel in the attire I had on.
"You must be the new slave, Jim was it?"
"Jeff."
He immediately looked at my crotch and said, "What a cute little penis. I think it may be smaller than the last slave."
"Thank you," was all I could think to say as his insult was framed as if a compliment. I felt a blush spread across my face. We walked to the front room where Tina sat waiting.
"Hello, Master," she said.
"What have I told you about sitting like that, Tina."
Tina looked so sexy in her yellow flower print summer dress. Sitting it didn't even conceal her panties and her black stockings and garter definitely gave off that dirty slut vibe. Tina was sitting with her legs together and after Jack's comment she immediately opened them wide. "That's better," he said. "Always remember you're a fuck toy and your goodies should always be on display."
"Yes, Master."
He looked back at me and said, "What will I call you?"
"My name is Jeff," I offered, again.
"That won't work. Jeff implies a man sized cock. I know, Tina, get over here and suck him hard. I'm sure a name will come to me."
Tina responded quickly. Jumping up and dropping to her knees in front of me. She yanked my panties down and took me in her mouth, sucking me to full hardness.
Jack dropped to his knees to get a good look at my cock. "Fully erect that's five inches at best. I think Jill is more appropriate than Jeff.
"Yes, Master," I said.
"That's enough, Tina. Why don't you and Jill have a seat on the couch while we discuss the situation." He took a seat in the chair across from us. We sat in silence. Presumably Jack was deciding on a best path forward. I noticed Tina, legs spread wide as per Jack's expectations, had a hand between her legs and was gently massaging her pussy. Jack looked there and grinned approvingly. I looked at her face and saw a depth of lustiness that can only be found on an unresrained slut.
"Jill, I know it's early in your submission training, and you're new to slavery, so I think drinks would help loosen things up. Get us all a Jameson over."
I returned with three drinks on a platter after seeking out the booze, glasses and tray. I thought about Tina telling me she doesn't allow her slaves to drink. Apparently when Jack was there she was not in charge of anything. I took a sip and marveled at the smoothness compared to American whiskey. Tina had a whiskey in one hand and the other stayed between her legs. Jack downed his glass and held it up toward me. I downed mine and took both our glasses in for a refill. This was repeated two more times. Tina was content to sip hers. Once we hit our forth drink, Jack and I slowed the pace and joined Tina in sipping. By that time, I don't know about Jack, but I was copping a serious, and under the circumstances, badly needed buzz.
Jack looked at me and said, "Jill, come over and take my shoes and socks off." I did as instructed, kneeling on the floor in front of him. Then he stood and said, "Take off my pants." I unfastened his belt, unsnapped his pants and lowered his zipper. I carefully pulled his pants down and he sat so I could pull them off. I handed them to him and he tossed them to the floor, seeming mildly annoyed that I expected him to deal with them. I picked them up, folded them neatly and set them on the couch and returned to kneeling in front of him. This brought a smile, no words, just a smile to his face. He looked at Tina and nodded in approval. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. I looked at his six pack of muscled abdomen. It was quite hairy, at least compared to my relatively hairless stomach. This was a man who spent time in the gym. I was trying not to notice the amazing bulge in his tightie whitie underwear, but I couldn't help it. I was curious to see him, and more so to see him hard. I'm not sure what I hoped his next command would be.
"There, that's much more comfortable," he said, as he handed me his shirt and told me to sit back on the couch." I felt disappointed but wouldn't allow myself to imagine why.
Once seated he got right down to it; "So, you want to marry my slut?"
"Yes, Master."
"You'll have to figure out the proper way to ask, first. For starters, you'll have to label her properly so I know you know what you're getting into."
I was momentarily at a loss, then Tina's words came back to me; trust your intuition. "May I please marry your dirty fucking whore/slut?"
"Well, I am impressed. Once again Tina has found a good slave for us. There's a lot of ways you could have worded that, but I think you may have summed it up with the least amount of words possible. Simple. Accurate. Leaves nothing to the imagination. Once you combine dirty with whore/slut you've really captured her essence."
Tine, still working her crotch had an increasingly lustful expression on her face, as if the way we were referring to her was the source of her passion. Her light-blue panties had a darker blue wet spot forming. "I told you, Master Jack," she said.
"And you understand that a marriage will not dismiss her from being my slave?"
"Yes, Master."
"Or you from being my slave, for that matter."
"Yes, Master."
