CH 5, Jack Comes Back
The first night we met I agreed to marry Tina, provide for her and be her sex slave. Her beauty being what it was and her being completely out of my league, I couldn't resist anything she wanted of me. After an evening of slave training and then a morning where she and her master, Jack, both trained me, I had gone back home.
A few days passed and I did indeed contact my attorney about a pre-nup. The document set aside all of the wealth acquired prior to meeting Tina, established a thousand dollar a week spending allowance for her that was strictly for purchasing whatever she wanted and established as hers 50% of all my earnings acquired during our marriage. It precluded her any percent of property holdings acquired before or after the marriage, excluding any property purchased for her and placed in her name at the time of purchase. She gleefully signed it, saying she thought it was more than she expected. She also said she had no plans of letting me get away, and couldn't imagine me wanting to leave. Of course it was all very new, but at that point I couldn't imagine wanting to leave her. I think I was as enamored with her as I was with being her and Jack's slave.
I resumed my daily routines, attending to any business as necessary and as if nothing had happened. The difference was that I called Tina several times a day to hear her voice, tell her I loved her and let her know that I waited impatiently for another opportunity to be her obedient slave. She asked me to come by on Saturday at noon for some position training, but would not elaborate, leaving me with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The word "position" had me concerned, probably because of its multiple potential meanings, but I was comforted by remembering that Tina said I would not be asked to take anything in the ass. I had hoped I could have her tongue there, but knew this was something a slave should not bring up. I was indeed intuitive about the slave role.
Tending to business was difficult, considering my level of preoccupation. My imagination ran wild with kinky possibilities. I was discomforted by some of what had already happened, or at least my enjoyment of things I never thought I would do, much less enjoy. Drinking Jack's load was at the top of that list, next to drinking goddess piss anyway.
Saturday did stubbornly come around. I showered myself squeaky clean and shaved impeccably close in anticipation of lots of pussy licking. I shaved my legs as per Tina's instruction. I dressed casually, jeans and button down shirt, but underneath I wore the outfit Tina had sent me home in. This consisted of a pink half length undershirt that looked more like a bra, stockings and garter belt, oh, and of course dainty pink panties with frilly edging. I made the 20 minute drive to Tina's. I rang the bell and waited for what seemed five minutes. For some reason I was reluctant to ring again.
Tina finally came to the door looking thrashed. Her hair was disheveled and there was dried cum around her mouth and down the front of her. She wore only black stockings and garter belt with stained and still damp white panties. The dried cum streaming down the inner thigh of her stocking was particularly slutty looking. She sported the smile of a cum drunk whore and looked genuinely proud of the condition she was answering the door in. The smell of raw sex wafted to my nostrils, eliciting arousal in my groin and pumping blood into my cock. She grabbed my hand and yanked me in.
Standing in the foyer, she ordered me to my back. I laid down and she squatted on my face, rubbing her panty covered crotch around on my mouth. "How does it smell down there sweetie?"
I inhaled deeply and audibly before answering, "excellent."
"It should, Baby, I got fucked by six of Jack's friends till the wee hours. Pull my panties aside and taste me."
I did. She tasted so dirty. I could smell and taste cum and piss, so I knew she had a good night of subservience to the men she was serving. I licked and sucked and cleaned as best I could, straining to get all the flavor possible from her whorish pussy. It was like when you are chewing a fresh piece of gum and you want the flavor to last but know it won't. Just as the flavor started to diminish she started pissing and I started gulping. The foyer was done in tile so there was no worry about the carpet, but I did have a strong desire to be a good piss drinker for her. I wanted to be the best slave ever.
"Fuck yeah, Baby," she said, "Drink that piss real good. That's it you piss lover."
I drank it all and when she finished she stood and helped me to my feet before planting a kiss on my piss drenched mouth. "We need to get cleaned up before Jack gets here."
We showered together and then changed the well soiled sheets on her bed. She kept a moisture liner under the bottom sheet and it had to come off and be cleaned as well. While doing all this we chatted. I told her that I was eager to be married to her. She reminded me that the three of us, her, Jack and I, would work together on vows appropriate to our slut/slave marriage. Every word of our conversation made my cock dance with joy. It stayed engorged. It throbbed with a level of anticipation I had not known before Tina. In the final preparation for Jack's visit, we both dressed. I returned to the underthings I had arrived in.
Tina looked me up and down and grinned. This dress up was becoming part of our foreplay. She very much enjoyed it as it involved humiliating her slave, which really got her juices flowing. "Your cock is so small I don't know how you ever justified wearing men's underwear."
"I understand that now, Master," I said, completing my slide into my assigned role.
I looked really gay, but I guess that was the point, to keep me in a state of perpetual humiliation and simultaneous excitation. I was hard and the head of my cock poked out the waist band of the panties, barely, but it did poke out due to the bikini cut.
"That's so cute," she complimentarily insulted.
She handed me a pink baby doll and I took the half shirt and pulled it over my shoulders. I stood there looking foolish but feeling sexy. Tina looked at her watch and announced that Jack was still at least 30 minutes out. She got on her knees on the floor and leaned over the bed. She was still naked. She reached around and pulled her ass cheeks apart. "Let's get that tongue in there," she commanded.
