Someone Else's Date

"Linda, please." I said. She answered, "The office of Dominant Enterprises. It is after six in the evening. Slap yourself three times across your own face and please call back after nine tomorrow morning." She was on speakerphone. We heard three slaps and a female voice. "It's Monica. My King is dead." She sobbed.

I answered, "Monica. Do not hang up. Where are you?"

"UCLA Hospital. I'm in the emergency room waiting area."

"No more phone calls. Wait where you are."

"Yes, Master." I hung up. The look on Linda's face was terror.

"Linda, get dressed, jeans and shirt. We are going to UCLA. Monica's Master has died. She belongs to us now. Meet me at the car in two minutes! Go!"

I dressed and Linda met me at the car. As she had learned, she carried a note pad and a cell phone. As I drove she made calls at my direction. From the time of Monica's call until we walked through the doors into UCLA's emergency area was just over forty minutes.

Linda sat with Monica and held her. They both cried. I handled all the paperwork. I was not Ralph's brother but we had done all the legal work so that we were legally like brothers for each other. Ralph died of a massive stroke.

By eleven we were walking out of the hospital. Monica stopped. "His car."

I got the keys and gave them to Linda. We showed her the car and she brought it home. For the next four days our lives were about Ralph and Monica. We got him buried and moved her in with us.

After the funeral I sat down with Linda and Monica in our living room. Both women sat on towels and were nude.

"I want both of you to look at me." They looked into my eyes. "Ralph and I made arrangements for our deaths. Those arrangements did not end with the funeral. You both know that you both now belong to me. What you don't know is the rest of the plan."

I paused.

"Ralph was a wealthy man. It all comes to me; the money, cars, houses and stuff. We had this agreement: I offer you, Monica, your freedom and a million dollars. You may also keep either house. I will sell it to you for one dollar. Naturally, your car is your car."

Monica spoke in a whisper, "Is there another choice?"

"Yes. You may stay here, as mine. If that is your choice I then will offer the million, the house and car to Linda. If both of you choose to stay with me you are equals in every way. I don't collar. However, I will have both of you tattooed, marked as mine, if you stay. I love both of you. It is now three in the afternoon, the fifth of the month. We will meet again, here, in exactly forty-eight hours. For those forty-eight hours I will be absent, unreachable. You may do whatever you like while I am gone, with the stipulation that you may only break my rules if you are taking the money and leaving. Linda has a credit card and there is five thousand dollars in the top middle drawer of my desk. The money and credit card are for your use while I am gone. I will have all the necessary paperwork to transfer a house and money to either of you when we meet again."

I stood and walked out. My car and I drove to the airport and I flew to a friend's home in Puerta Villarta.

The agreement I had with Ralph had ended. It had worked just as we had planned. Now, I had a new problem. I had no one as my back up if something happened to me. I spent much of my time in Mexico thinking about who I could have as my back up. My thoughts were not much about the property, money or anything except Linda and Monica. When I met with them again it would be just seven days from when Ralph died.

Monica had given herself to Ralph seven years before his death. It was largely her efforts at keeping him healthy that had him live as long as he did. He had weighed well over three hundred pounds when they met and died weighing a little less than two hundred.

The day after Ralph died she had presented herself to me, on her knees, nude and told me it was her desire to give herself to me, as completely as she had given herself to Ralph. I knew she expected me to take her sexually if I accepted her. My long history with them had me understand that she really needed to be used for my pleasure to internalize that she was now mine. Used for my pleasure and it needed to hurt.

I recalled the event as I sat on the beach waiting for the time to return. I sent her to get Linda. When they both were in the library with me I had talked with them about accepting Monica into our family. Then I talked about symbols. Symbols of obedience, of submission and of ownership.

I told them that I accepted Monica and that we would take her into our play room to make it real. Linda had only been in the play room twice. Both times it was for punishment. She was so good and learned so quick twice was all that was necessary.

Inside the room Monica showed no hesitation. Rather than bind her in place I asked her to stand with her arms raised and legs spread as I used a cat on her. She was magnificent! She thanked me for every stroke. She did not flinch away. She jumped as the lashes stung, but didn't pull away. When there were pink lash marks showing from her knees to her shoulders, front and back, I handed the cat to Linda.

I remembered how bewildered her face looked. She didn't know what I wanted her to do.

"You must lash her too. You must share in her pain. Her pain and yours are a part of how you unlock your feelings, your hearts. Swing the lash, Linda! Raise a welt on her ass!"

She swung and the tips of the cat stung Monica's ass. Monica turned to face Linda and with tears streaming down her face she said, "Thank you, sister." Linda swung again and the cat caught Monica across the front of her torso. She again said, "Thank you, sister."

I counted ten strikes of the cat by Linda on Monica. Her arms still were held high. I stopped Linda and told Monica to bend over the end of the padded table. Linda cuffed her to the table, ankles to the legs of the table and wrists pulled so her arms were extended towards the far end of the table. I gave Linda a blindfold and she put it on Monica while I undressed.

"Linda, get on your knees and lick your new sister's pussy. Lick her to an orgasm." She dropped to her knees and began. I bent near to Monica's ear and whispered, "Yours is the only pussy Linda has ever tasted. She is making your pussy hers. I am your Master and from now on, your pussy belongs to me and to Linda. You will never refuse her access to your pussy."

I watched as the two women focused on giving Monica an orgasm. I stroked myself so I was ready. When I saw Monica's body spasm in orgasm I pushed Linda out of the way and shoved my cock all the way inside Monica! I slammed in deep, fast and hard. She came and came and I filled her cunt with my seed!

"You are my bitch! You belong to me!" I saw Linda lying on the floor watching, her eyes wide. I pulled out of Monica and said, "Clean my cock, Linda. Taste your sister and my seed."

She sucked me clean and I turned her head to Monica's dripping cunt and she cleaned her too. I removed the restraints from Monica and let her rest, lying on the table.

I helped Linda stand where Monica had stood. "Are you Monica's sister?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then you must take what she can take. Lift your arms." Her eyes flared in fear but she did not hesitate. Monica turned her head to watch. The cat swung and lashes struck Linda's ass and upper thighs. She winced and jumped but stayed silent. A few seconds later she said, "Thank you, Master."

I walked around her striking her all over. She didn't drop her arms. She didn't back away and she thanked me for every hit. I stopped and asked Monica to get off the table. I gave her the cat and she needed no further instruction. Her first swing raised new welts on Linda's tits. Tears streamed down both their faces and Linda said, "Thank you, sister. Please, may I have more?"

Monica walked around Linda as I had done and she swung hard. At the tenth swing I stopped her. We bent Linda as we had bent Monica and Monica ate Linda to a screaming orgasm. I fucked Linda just as I had fucked Monica. Monica cleaned me and cleaned Linda. We left the play room and went to shower and tend to the skin of both women.

For the rest of that day and part of the next they both moved carefully. Reviewing the event had me believe that they would both be sitting on the floor of the library when it was three o'clock. Neither would take the money.

Before dawn the next morning I was being flown back to Los Angeles. I stopped in to visit a tattoo artist I know and we talked about doing both ladies. When I left him I had plenty of time to get home before three. At three I sat in my favorite chair in the library. Both women were already on their towels, heads bowed and hands at their sides.

"I would like a taste." I said. Instantly, two hands went to two pussies and wet fingers lifted towards my mouth. I took both fingers in at the same time and sucked. "Thank you. Rather than make anything up I want you each to speak and tell me what you have decided. Since the original offer is to Monica, Monica speaks first."

"Master, everything I am, will be or have, I freely give to you. I don't want the money, an empty house or freedom."

"There will be times when I will beat you."

"I will thank you and offer you all of me to abuse."

"Thank you. Linda?"

"Master, I gave myself to you before we even met. I will give myself to you every day and every night for the rest of my life. Beat me, fuck me, make me eat my sister's pussy, I will do it all... if it is what you want. I am yours."

"Thank you. Thank you both. Now, please tell me what you did while I was gone."

Linda had taken a class in cooking healthy Italian food and Monica had taken a class in healthy Asian cooking. They had slept together each night and had pleasured each other often.

I let them know that at five o'clock we were going out. They would wear loose skirts, no panties and no bras. They wanted to know where we were going, but their training made sure they wouldn't ask.

At five, when we were ready to leave I took small clamps and applied them to their nipples. Not tight enough to hurt badly, but tight enough they would not forget they were clamped. And, anyone looking at them could easily see they were clamped.

When I parked in front of the tattoo parlor they both knew what was coming. They were both excited and scared. Tattoos hurt.

My friend had designed a tattoo for the ladies that included a design and the words, "Property of Nick Evans

Given in Love"

They loved the design and the wording. Linda went first. Rather than hiking her skirt up she took it off, sat in the special chair and spread her legs. Monica and I held her hands and Mike spent twenty minutes within four inches of her pussy. When he was done we all admired his work and he said, "Ok. Monica, you're next."

She stripped completely and assumed the position. As soon as Mike started on her she said, "If you torture my tits I'll forget how much the needle hurts." I turned the screw on her nipple clamp tighter. She moaned and thanked me. Linda leaned in and sucked on her other nipple.

"Oh, pain and pleasure. I may cum." I tightened the clamp again. Mike said, "Enough! It's hard enough doing this with a hard on without you squirming when he tightens the screws on your tit."

"We can help." I said. "Whip that hard on out here. Linda would be happy to suck you off if it will help you give her sister a good tattoo."

He stood up and lowered his jeans. Linda swallowed his cock and in less than two minutes she sat back down. He shrank before our eyes and went back to work on Monica. While he finished her two people came into the shop and Mike called out to them that he was giving a tattoo and they would need to wait. The customers were two women. I invited them to come back and watch. They came back into the back. When they saw Monica nude and Linda bare from the waist down they stopped. Then they watched, fascinated. Both were wearing shorts and bikini tops. One asked Monica, "What are those things on your nipples?"

"Clamps. They heighten sensitivity."

"Oh." Linda lifted her shirt and showed her clamps.

"They make every movement sexual. If you touch one it sends a shock right down to my pussy."

The young woman reached out and touched a clamp on Linda. She moaned. Mike was nearly done. Monica said, "When he's done you can take one off me and try it yourself. But, don't take it off yet. I'll cum when it comes off and I want the tattoo finished first."

We all watched Mike finish. When he sat back and pronounced it done, we told him what a good job he'd done. Then each of the young women unscrewed a clamp from Monica and true to her word she came. Mike used paper towels to clean up her flow. Linda took a clamp from one of the ladies and quickly bared her breasts. She leaned forward and sucked on her nipple and I said, "Just to get it erect. Then she'll put the clamp on."

The young woman said, "It already feels great." Linda released her nipple and put the clamp around it. She tightened it until the young woman said, "Oh, that's tight." Linda let go and did the other young woman. As soon as she let go of the second woman's clamp she went back to the first and tightened it half a turn.

"Oh my God! That hurts!" She started to reach for the clamp. Linda said, "No! Wait. When the pain starts to back off you'll feel the tingle in your pussy." The woman stood very still with her eyes closed.

When she opened her eyes she said, "I feel it."

Linda did her friend. She got the same reaction. Monica, Mike and I watched. Linda tightened the clamp on the first woman again. Then she said, "Drop your shorts." None of us moved. The young woman held her eyes closed and loosened her shorts. Linda pushed them down until her pussy was exposed.

"You'll cum when I release the clamp. Ready?" The woman nodded. Mike stood beside her. Linda pulled the clamp off and stuck a finger from her other hand into the woman's slit. She screamed, her body stiffened and she flooded Linda's hand. Linda grabbed paper towels and Mike helped keep the woman upright.

The other woman had watched. She opened her shorts and dropped them. I got some paper towels and was ready. Linda popped the clamp off her nipple and stuck her finger inside the woman. Her knees gave out and I caught her. She shook and trembled for almost a full minute. Linda kept her finger inside the woman all that time.

A few minutes were spent cleaning up, getting Mike paid and getting Monica and Linda dressed. The two young women wanted to talk with us. We went to a sidewalk café and talked. They were amazed at what had happened. They wanted to know more about how Linda and Monica knew about clamps and were there other things that made sex better.

I asked to see their driver's licenses. They were both twenty-two. I made them an offer. They could think about what happened and if they wanted more. If they decided they wanted more, they could come back on Saturday morning at ten and meet us at the same restaurant. We would take them home with us and introduce them to more.

They agreed, but wanted to know why they couldn't go right then. I said we wanted time for the two new tattoos to heal. I told them to plan on spending the day with us, and perhaps having dinner with us as well. We parted with hugs and promises to see us on Saturday.

They were waiting for us at ten Saturday morning. That's the start of a whole new story.