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The Best Birthday Present Ever Ch 05

The Best Birthday Present Ever Ch 05

by sevmax2
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"Master, this macaroni salad is actually quite good... Did you make it?" Tamara seemed to rely on flattery rather than complaints or threats right then.

"No, I did. Don't worry, though. Now that we have you two slaves, you'll both get to taste your own cooking, as you will be expected to cook a lot. It's one of your duties as slaves, don't you agree?" Wendy answered with a slap to Jordan's tush right in front of his ex-wife.

"And to serve us... and set the table and things of that nature. Washing dishes. I'm going to especially enjoy fucking Tamara and you while Jordan does the dishes or cleans the garage or something like that. I might do that just within earshot, at least once, so he can hear your or his ex-wife's ashes getting hauled while he has to sweat it in the hot desert sun. Then when he's thirsty enough, he might get to drink my creampie straight from those holes," I taunted Jordan with at least the threat of being tormented like that.

I wanted to reinforce in Jordan's mind that not only did he not own Tamara, but I actually did. Lock, stock, and barrel. She was my chattel, my property. I could and would use her as often as I wished, even flaunting that fact in his face. I wanted to humiliate the guy and rub it in his face that he had no guarantees that he'd ever get to put his dick back inside her, while I could have her on demand.

Worse still for Jordan, he didn't even own his body. He had no rights, not even to masturbate now. He was entirely Wendy's possession, to be used as she deemed fit. He had no say about any sex life he might or might not ever have or enjoy again. If Wendy wanted to sodomize him every time she had a fight with me, she was within her rights to lash out and take it out on him. If she wanted him to eat her ass while I plowed her... or Tamara, Jordan had to comply. If she opted to dress him as a French maid and have him do all household chores, he would have no recourse against her whims.

"I might make him wash the bedsheets after long nights of hot, sweaty sex, cleaning up all of those bodily fluids that we left behind. Or maybe make him sleep on the wet spot after you pound us. All three of us, that is. I still want to watch you bugger him whenever it suits you, too. I doubt that I'll ever tire of that.

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"Or of Tamara and me... and other ladies pegging him whenever I please. He needs to get used to his sex life being... all about oral and anal. He needs to embrace the pussy-free lifestyle. Well, free of fucking pussy, that is. Not free of licking it! I don't like the idea of little Jordans roaming around, anyway. It's much better to keep him chaste as he should be. Maybe let him jerk off now and then as a reward or something, but he has no business tapping some twat," Wendy winked at me while slapping Jordan on the butt.

"Yep, he was made to get fucked in the ass, not put his little pecker in a pussy at all," I chuckled, further humiliating Wendy's plaything.

"Well, this is the only pussy he really needs... the boi pussy, the one behind him. The one that he sits on too much for his own good. If I want a cock other than yours in me, I can get plenty around here. I don't need his little wiener, do I? To say nothing of strap-on dildos. He's there to eat me, bend over for my strap-on and thigh harness, get walked on a leash if it suits me, do menial and domestic chores, dress as I wish, fluff for us, and service you sexually as well. And to entertain guests, of course.

"Who knows? He might get lucky and a guest might let him into her honeypot, but he shouldn't count on it, especially not from Tamara or me. Tell me, Tamara, do you honestly miss his dick inside you? Or do you enjoy getting it more from Wayne and maybe even more from me? Tell the truth and shame the devil! What do you feel about the thought of Jordan never putting that stick of his inside you or another woman's pussy again?" Wendy confronted my ex-wife turned slave.

"Well, to be honest, Mistress, it's kind of a turn-on to think about it. That mine was the last pussy that my ex-husband might have ever gotten to experience or enjoy again. Especially since he ruined my life. I had it so easy... being Master's wife, you know. I just had to look the other way about him and you... and do my job of pleasing both of you.

"So, yeah, the image of Jordan in permanent chastity, living 'pussy-free' as you put it, truly excites me. Especially since he never got the chance to sodomize me and now he never will. I like the idea of him being treated as a sissy, too, kept in women's clothing as much as possible. He couldn't leave well enough alone and just enjoy our adulterous fun. He had to keep me all to himself, didn't he?

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"Yeah, he deserves to walk around like this, panty-clad and little else, maybe grow his hair long, but use electrolysis or waxing or whatever to keep him smooth. A little makeup at times. Make him wear 'fuck me' pumps or high heels and tuck in that little pathetic excuse for a prick. Too bad I can't bite his balls off for you! He doesn't need to get it up ever again," Tamara confessed now her loathing and disgust for her ex.

While I still didn't like Tamara at all, I had to admit to myself that she had adjusted more easily and comfortably to her new life in bondage than Jordan did. Just hours into her servitude and she already sucked up pretty well to both of us. Then again, hearing that you might not ever get to fuck a woman again for the rest of one's life was a bit of a rude awakening for him. At this point, only by getting his freedom back somehow, presumably at the end of the ten-year sentence, might he ever get laid in the usual sense again.

It was rather unfortunate that we couldn't legally castrate him, of course. Wendy, however, could keep him in chastity and that very much appeared to be her intention for him for at least the foreseeable future. She could feminize him, too, within reason, sissify him, and do other things of an emasculating nature to him. As we ate our lunch together, Jordan staring murderously at each of us, including Tamara, I had to admit to myself that I felt a stronger urge to push Wendy in that direction by the hour.

I particularly wanted to fuck Brittany in front of Jordan and make him service her busboys while I did so. All of them... and her boss. It would certainly drive home the point. I looked at Wendy and she read my face correctly. She nodded and dialed Brittany's number, even showing it to Tamara. Surprisingly, my impish sex slave licked her lips and whispered, "Can I eat her ass?"

Yeah, she might still be my bitchy, evil, annoying ex-wife, but Tamara was absolutely smart enough to go with the flow. She could adapt better than Jordan. She would survive this new world, this new era, this new society a lot easier than he. Who knew, in time she might just fall in love with me all over again. She had just better prepare to share me with Wendy, Brittany, and anyone else who struck my fancy.

Because Wendy and I just weren't cut out to limit ourselves like that.

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