Tinas Tender Pt 06

I'm Jeff, renamed Jill by my fiancés boyfriend, Jack. In a previous chapter, Jack and Jill went up the hill and Jill sucked Jack's cock. I mention that now because I just realized the nursery rhyme connection.

The first five chapters catalogue my experience of becoming Tina and Jack's slave on the way to becoming Tina's husband. Tina is my master but when Jack's there he runs the show. Tine became my fiancé the night we met, when took over my life. I don't know about you, but I find that fascinating.

It was Sunday morning and I had spent another night with Tina. We watched movies and talked and got to know each other better. She said, "Jack's coming back tomorrow and bringing one or more people with him."

"What's up," I asked.

"You have to get used to being humiliated in front of strangers. You're comfortable with Jack and me, so we have to up the ante by bringing other people over. You've come to love humiliation, so you're going to love it. I'm sure there will be embarrassing and awkward moments, but you're a natural sex slave, you can deal with it." She had a way of normalizing the absurdly uncommon with the nonchalance of a person describing the activities at a family picnic in Central Park. She revealed things to me as if I couldn't reasonably have objections to any of it.

Jack and his friends didn't come by until late Sunday afternoon. The friends were a woman that Tina knew named Clair, and a guy she didn't know named Brice. I answered the door wearing a French maid's outfit: stocking, garter, short black and white dress (the stereotypical Halloween costume variety) and no panties this time. I invited them in and they all went to the living room. Jack sat in his favorite chair and Clair and Brice joined Tina on the couch.

Tina wore the usual: stockings, garter, white panties and this time a black satin mini dress a couple inches lower than her crotch. She looked stunning, as did Clair. Clair wore a dark-blue mini dress but with matching panties underneath. Once we settled into the living room, Clair and Tina both sat carelessly, with knees parted enough to be showing off their sexy, shiny, nylon panties. Both of the women noticed me staring at Clair's crotch.

Clair and Brice were talking loud, as if they had been drinking. Clair loudly announced "Your slave's looking at my crotch."

"That's cause for punishment," Tina responded.

"Show Clair that neat trick he does," Jack said.

"You mean the piss thing?"

"What's this," Clair asked.

"I've never seen anything like it. I discovered it by accident when I got a whim to piss in his mouth at the party where I met him. I dragged him in the bathroom, sat on his face and told him not to let any get on the floor. He gulped it all down. I didn't think anyone could do that. I thought he would tell me to fuck off, but damned if he didn't drink my pee without missing a drop. At the time he didn't even know he was a piss lover; he was just so taken by me that he couldn't say no."

"You're full of shit," Clair challenged. "We've been at the pub drinking beer, and I've got a full bladder."

"Since he obviously loves looking at your crotch, maybe he should get a closer look."

Brice chimed in with, "I got fifty bucks says he can't do it. I just watched Clair drink five beers."

I felt like a cheap parlor trick.

Jack said, "I'll take that bet," and the two men slapped their money on an end table.

"Put a white towel under him," Tina said. "Any piss gets on that towel and Brice wins."

Five beers, I thought. Holy fuck. Of course it wouldn't all be coming out at once, but five beers is five beers.

"Jill," Tina said. "My friend needs to use your mouth as a toilet. Lie on the floor on your back for her."

I glanced around. The men had the serious look of men with money on the line. Tina just looked determined to showcase my servitude, but Clair had an expression that reeked of entitlement and cruelty. It was clear she thought that pissing in my mouth was an appropriate way to entertain herself. My cock twitched and jumped to life at the thought of getting to taste Clair's piss and the high humiliation factor.

Tina laid out a towel and motioned for me to position myself on it. When I laid down my dress rode up, exposing my hard cock and prompting giggles from the ladies. Tina said, "It's properly small, isn't it?"

"Indeed," Clair said, as she pulled off her panties. She stood with her feet against the top of my shoulders and looked down at me. "Do you know how pathetic it is to drink someone's piss?"

"Yes," I answered.

"I gotta piss bad, and I want Brice to win the money. I'm gonna piss hard and you're gonna choke."

"Enough already," Jack said. "Quit playing head games. Sit and piss." I liked the Jack's impatience and the way he took control.

I watched intently as Clair lowered her pussy to my mouth. I locked on, knowing by then the best mouth position for not missing a drop. Clair squatted until her pussy was hard against my mouth. She made a slight grunting sound and then a torrent of pee poured out of her, shooting hard into my mouth and forcing me to start gulping fast to keep up. She pissed and pissed. It tasted awesome; must have been craft beer. Hard as she tried to overwhelm me, I got every drop. Even Brice cheered at the impossible feat I had just pulled off.

Everyone clapped and Tina gave me two thumbs up. "Anyway, you guys see what I mean," Tina said. "He's amazing and he'll make a great slave husband. The wedding is men only and you're invited Brice."

"What about me," Clair said.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities to humiliate my new husband," Tina answered.

"How about now?"

"Go ahead."

I had returned to sitting on the couch. Tina looked at me and said, "Do as Clair tells you Slave. For the moment she is your master."

"Yes, Master."

"Get on your knees, Slave," Clair demanded. She walked over and stood in front of me, looking down condescendingly. My dick was still hard from drinking her piss. "If you had a man sized dick I'd bend over and let you fuck me. As it is, I need a good ass licking."

"Yes, Master."

She bent over and then reached around to pull her as cheeks apart. Her ass hole was beautiful. "I'm not feeling anything you pathetic piece of shit." The pause was just me taking a moment to enjoy the beauty of her puckered ass hole.

I reached around and used her thighs to pull back while I started rimming all around her ass, as if I was cleaning it for her.

"Get it in my ass, God Damn it."

I pushed as hard as I could and poked my tongue directly into her ass. It felt good to my tongue and I loved the humiliation.

"It better go deeper than that or you're getting a beating."

I gave it everything I had and got it at least another half inch in.

"That's it, now move it around. Ah yes, that's nice."

I kept at it, determined to please, and then something unexpected happened -- another first, another thing I never thought I would do. "Brice, get over here," she said. "You've got to feel this."

I looked at Tina and then Jack, hoping one of them would save me. There seemed a huge difference between licking a beautiful woman's ass and licking a guy's ass. I didn't want to do it at all.

I saw sympathy in Tina's eyes and thought sure she would put a stop to the demand. "I'm sorry slave, but when I tell you are someone else's slave that's the way it is."

"Please master," I said. I think it would have been different if it was Tine asking me to do that to Jack. I might not have liked that either, but I think it would have been less objectionable. I was devoted to Tina and I definitely appreciated how much pleasure Jack brought to her, but this Brice fucker was nothing to me. And who the fuck was Clair, for that matter. I let her piss in my mouth so Tina could show off how compliant I was to her directives. Okay, I also wanted her to.

Tina and I stared at each other. She saw the pleading in my eyes and I was searching for the empathy in hers. She knew I loved subservience and humiliation, but also that I had limits. She knew I was requesting that she allow me to set a limit here, and that if it wasn't granted I would likely do what was being asked of me. Brice broke the silence.

He walked over and dropped his drawers. He bent over and said, "Get to licking," and that triggered something in Tina.

She said, "Pull your pants up, Brice, my slave isn't interested."

"Who the fuck cares," he said.

"I do," Tina said, "And so do I," Jack added, before taking full charge of the matter.

As it turned out, Brice was Clair's slave and Clair was one of Jack's slaves. "Take your pathetic slave and get the fuck out, Clair. Lose my phone number." She looked quite dejected and Brice looked confused. I imagined he would be blamed for the fiasco and receive some punishments from Clair well beyond his ability to enjoy.

Once they were gone, Tina looked at me and apologized. "I'm sorry Jill. I wouldn't have made you eat his ass, but I needed to know you would if so instructed. When you asked for permission not to I knew you would and I realized, then, how much I love you.

We spent the rest of the day fucking and sucking and licking and planning the wedding. When the time came, I looked into Tina's loving eyes and said, "Yes, Master, I do."