...continuing...
Heather's giggling turned into a full belly laugh at my words. She was like a girl at Christmas. I hated her more than ever right then. I wish I had been around when Jenny had been raising her pretty much on her own. She'd told me Heather needed some form of punishment nearly every day. I would pay a great deal to be able to see her over someone else's knee right now.
"Into the living room, young man." Jenny murmured. Ouch. She was really angry. I knew she hated lying but...wow. I tried to start moving and it wasn't easy. I looked up. Jenny had turned her back on me. I could feel the radiating heat of her anger. "Heather, if you make one more noise...any at all then I am going to warm up the "switch" on your bare ass before it ever touches my husband. He's a good man, a loving man. He's made his mistake, he's owned up to it, and has placed himself entirely at my mercy." She turned to me.
I quickly averted my eyes to the floor. Humility in guilt was one of my first lessons taught over her knees. Her hand lifted my chin...that act of tenderness brought tears of shame to my eyes.
"I can do what I will with you, right, Jesse? You won't fight it?" She queried.
I wasn't sure where she was going with this but it was an easy answer. "Of course, my love. I mean...Ma'am."
Jenny whirled around at Heather, who was again smirking. "You never had that kind of courage to face your punishments, baby girl. You whined, wheedled, and nearly had your ear torn off each time before I had you over my lap. Don't you dare make fun of my man or..." She was at a loss for words..."I will let him make you sing loud and long to the tune of the switch."
I loved my wife so much right then...even when I had bitterly disappointed her she defended me to her bitch of a sister. I was nearly faint at the idea of having her over my knee. I knew how to spank a woman well. I had always thought I was a dominant until I met Jenny. She let me spank her on birthdays and anniversaries...I relished those times because, like me, an excellent dom made an awesome submissive if only for one night.
Heather, on the other hand, was not about to be humiliated in front of me. I, admittedly, had been very dumb and even outright naughty today but Heather was about to prove to my sweet satisfaction she was past dumb and into asinine. She should have sat down in the living room and quietly enjoyed the spectacular I was going to be forced to perform, but no.
"I am 18 years old now and you can't talk to me like that, you bitch!" As the words left her lips, I could see the knowledge in her eyes that she had sealed a most unpleasant doom.
My Jenny is very fast. She reached out and slapped Heather across her mouth so fast I hadn't really seen it but, oh, I heard it. I only got slapped when I was sassy or backtalked. I kicked that habit within the first two weeks of our new arrangement. Jenny's slaps really stung. My older sister had been really quick with the slaps and I messed less with her than my own mother because of it.
Before Heather could react, Jenny had her by the ear and frog-marched her into the living room. "I am going back into the laundry room to speak to Jesse before he comes out to give you the whipping of your life. I want you naked and in the corner over there with your hands on top of your head by the time I get back. Do you understand me, baby girl?"
Heather looked over at me and began to tremble. She flushed a deep, deep red. Tears started to fall quietly as she nodded and started to get up. I quickly retreated to the laundry room before I saw too much without whatever parameters Jenny was about to tell me. Things were getting weirder and weirder...but all I knew was I wasn't the one in there bare-assed and waiting for a whipping.
Jenny came in and shut the door while turning the light on. She shook with anger but now I knew it wasn't all at me. I wasn't sure where to look so I looked down again: better safe than very, very sorry.
"Look at me, young man." She said softly.
I did.
"Before I let you in there, we need to discuss several things. First, your punishment, because you aren't getting out of it. You've behaved very badly and I am very disappointed in your lying to me. I am willing to forgive some of it because I know how you hate the switch. I don't blame you and I understand that Heather being here did complicate it all but punished with the switch you must be, right?"
I nodded with a lump in my throat. "We made an agreement. I promised. There's no out for me. I understand. Can we, please, wait until Heather is gone?" I dared.
She arched an eyebrow at me. She did it without thought and faster than light. Suddenly my cheek and mouth stung very badly. "You're feeling a little too sassy, maybe? But I had already decided this was between you and me because I plan to make very, very sure you will never do either bad deed again. Is that clear?" Her voice became husky as it did when she was trying to impress upon me just how much trouble I was in.
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm very sorry I sassed you, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am." I was so relieved that Heather wouldn't be here it was almost like a gift. Jenny was being very nice to me and probably also still being angry at her brat of sister.
"Very nicely said and you're welcome. I am not about to give her the satisfaction." She paused and looked into me. I mean that her look reached down into my soul for some reason as if looking for something there. I didn't look down and I tried my very best to not look cocky or too happy. I saw something click inside of her...something she was fighting.
Suddenly, she moved into my arms and kissed me very deeply with lots of moaning. She knows I like her to moan for it. If she kept going I was going to cum on the spot where we were standing. I had trouble breathing. Damn, she was always such a good kisser. We broke and I tried to keep my breath. It was quiet enough I could hear Heather quietly sobbing in the next room. Jen heard it, too.
"You are a good man and I am so blessed an thankful you are mine." She held her arms around my neck and played with my neck under her long, red fingernails. I liked red. I really wondered where we were going with this.
She sighed and looked down as she softly said the next part. "You are also an excellent Master."
I felt her shiver as she said the title. I could tell she felt it with every fiber of her being. I would have thanked her but my tongue was now to thick to be able to speak. "You are my young man for only a little longer...maybe a year...I don't know. It is getting close to the time when you have learned enough from me that...well, that I no longer want to be your Ma'am but crave and will beg to be your...Jewel, eternally."
I gasped.
"Jewel" was her slave name. When a man truly "masters" a woman, she loses her own name because she is no longer her own person. She is his and only his...like his shoes, his shirt, and she needs a new name. She'd worked very hard one anniversary day and night to earn a nice name. I'd threatened her with Pig or Dog but she'd proved her worth and received the name Jewel. She was very proud of it. I was not allowed to use it without her express permission on special occasions.
I didn't know what to say or do.
"Don't you want to be my Master?" She looked up at me with eyes moist with raw emotion and passion. I held a boiling cauldron of pure sex appeal in my arms. Talk about a genie in a bottle! Of course I wanted this sexual creature to be mine, eternally! The thought of being the Master of the house was a bit scary though. The money and responsibility would be mine? Everything? Did she really think I was ready? I asked her as much.
She smiled her evil grin. "You could do it now but there are a few rough edges I wanted to, ah, whip off of you first. I was going to surprise you with it for our next anniversary but you will just have to wait now for the next eleven months." Our anniversary had been three weeks ago. "But, it isn't going to be an easy eleven months for you though. I will want to get in my last...hehehe...lickings?" Her nails scratched hard behind my ears.
I still didn't understand. "Why are you telling me this now? I don't understand."
She laughed softly in my arms and playfully slapped my other cheek. "Dear man, I know you don't understand and that is what makes you so good and makes me willing to...you know." She didn't want to say it again right now.
I nodded.
She drew herself up and became Ma'am again. I could see the transformation. "Young man, I am going to ask you some very hard questions and I want totally honest answers. I think you know better than to tempt my anger with lying right now." She arched her eyebrow.
"Yes, Ma'am. I will be true."
"Are you attracted to my sister?" She waited.
Oh, no...but I have to be honest. I began to wring my hands but she clasped them.
"It's alright...I won't get mad. Say it."
"Yes, she is very much like you in looks so I am very attracted to her. If I may say so, any man with blood in his veins and breath in his lungs would be attracted to you two."
She smiled. "Very nicely turned. Well, you see...that is the problem. I have realized tonight that Heather is not meant to ever be a dom over a man. She would abuse him and never truly teach him anything but fear of her." She sighed and looked down again. "What she needs is a Master...a good one that will be horribly firm but fair. One who will teach her how to be the best slave girl she can be before he finds a suitable Master for her."
I was dumbfounded.
She saw the look on my face and slowly nodded. "Now you see my dilemma and my personal hell. Yes, Jesse, she needs a man to take her literally in hand before she becomes something no one wants anything to do with. I was firm with her but I, ah, am most definitely not a man. She would have been okay if Father had lived long enough. He certainly taught me well, but you are very, very much a man. The times you have made me..." she looked down, "submit are some of the most intense days and nights of my life. I thought I was a dom but you have been teaching me I am a sub and born to be your sub."
"So you want me to..." I could tell whether to laugh or cry or both.
"I want you to teach my baby-sister how to be submissive, meek, and totally obedient. I want you to become her Master."
"But..."
"NOW you really see the huge, nasty problem. When you go out there and give her the whipping she desperately deserves and needs you will have already started to master her. It is why she trembles so much at your glance. It is why she is sobbing herself hoarse out there right now....she...." This was very hard for her to say. She looked to me in confusion as if not sure how to proceed with what needed saying.
I suddenly had an epiphany.
My voice sounded strange and foreign to me as I spoke, not as as Young Man or as Jesse, as her Master. "Should a slave be standing so blatantly in front of her master?"
She jumped and was half-way down to kneeling at me feet before she even had time to think. From her knees, she looked up at me. "I am sorry, Master, you must punish me later for this but I beg permission to continue."
I nodded. Jenny couldn't say what needed to be said...and most definitely Ma'am couldn't but I had opened up Jewel because she could say anything to me because I would demand it. "Tell me all of it and hold nothing back...nothing at all."
She trembled but held my eyes. I had taught her I wanted to always see her eyes when possible because for her it made the submission more powerful with no where to hide. "Yes, my Master."
She swallowed slowly.
"When you go out there and show Heather the way to her happiness in being a slave girl like me, it is going to unlock powerful emotions in her and she...she is going to want you so badly it causes her physical pain. Jewel has no hold on you to stop you from giving her what she is going to desperately need. Your Jenny can't share you but your Jewel must if she is to save her sister-slave." The last phrase came out haltingly as she began to weep softly...but held my eyes as the tears fell off her cheeks to the floor.
"You have my permission to lower your eyes and cry." My heart ached for her pain but marvelled at her love of her sister and of me.
"I thank you, Master, but I will face this with the same courage my Master has had and will have about his fate. This is my fate. When you have your lessons with her and the following releases of passion, please, I beg you make me your Jewel or send Jenny away while it happens. Jenny knows it must happen no matter how much you try not to let it. You won't be able to resist. She will become your slave day and night. She will cook, clean, and do all your chores and some of mine." She grinned. "This has been a good night for you, Master. You have gained two, dare I say it? Sexy, saucy slave girls."
I reached out and slapped her face; she didn't flinch. "Thank you, Master. You know when I am testing you and are firm with me. I need that. She needs it even more. So how do we proceed now, Master?"
I thought. My mind reeled with all that was going on...there was a flame in me that was beginning to grow. It had something very much to do with the feelings of having this amazing woman kneeling at my feet. I was Master and I found I loved it more than breathing. I shook my head.
"What is Master thinking?" She asked softly.
I slapped her other cheek. "Be quiet or it will be you who sings to the switch first before your sister does."
She bowed her head. "Yes, Master." She whispered softly, huskily.
Having her in the room made thought very difficult but I finally formulated a plan. Me! Who a mere hour ago thought he was content to only follow. "Jewel? I don't see Jewel here...I see Jenny pretending to be Jewel. Jewel would be naked before me. Pretend Jewel will get up and go out there to Heather. Explain what is happening and why. When you get to the part that is too difficult for Jenny to explain then strip off all your clothing as you explain who Jewel is and what she is and explain how much you enjoy being her and why."
I could see her shoulders straighten at my implied praise of her. I smiled. "She will never be the slave you are because she lacks the depth of passion you have...but we shall see. You will then go and get all the implements and something to tie her securely because she will be frightened and won't help fighting her transformation. You will remain present to give her some support and to suggest better ways to break her down since you have punished her before. You will also spank her before she is ever across my lap. This will cement your status of being over her even as a sister-slave."
Her eyes glistened as she spoke barely above a whisper. "My Master is so wise and so terrible. I am made hot by just listening to him." Slavegirls were not allowed the personal pronoun of "you" without permission when referring to their masters.
"This is good, you little slut." She flinched as if from a blow. I could smell her heat now. "This is good because before you leave this room I want my Jenny to kneel at my feet and do me the good service a woman should do for her man from that position. I will then feel less inclined to distractions of desire for Jenny's sister."
Her eyes popped! She hadn't thought of this answer. If she kept me so satiated that I had little to give or little interest in Heather then it would alleviate some of her pain and personal hell. She slowly stood up and used me as a climbing post to stand. She threw her arms round me in sheer joy. "I love you now more than I ever thought possible, Jesse." She bit her lip; something she did before she had to say something that frightened her or made her nervous.
"I cannot wait any longer." She blurted. "I don't want to wait until our next anniversary. I am not worthy to raise my hand to you. You are absolved of any debt to me and as of tonight: Jenny and Jewel are your ever willing slaves...if you will have us."
I let her wait until I saw beads of worry form in her face and eyes...then allowed a smile: a slow, cold, and terrible smile. She saw it and knew what it meant.
"Then on your knees, you brazen girl, to show me how very sincere you are but know no matter how good you are that your whipping will still take place later tonight for your sassiness and back-talk. We will frighten poor Heather with your screams of begging tonight."
She squealed with delight as she dropped to her knees, unzipped me, and began to show just how artful one girl can be with only lips, tongue, and her teeth. Soon shhe begged me to take her on the floor...she wanted me so badly. I ignored her and held her head in its place until I was gloriously done. I pulled her up, turned her around, pulled up her skirt. Damn! She wasn't wearing underwear herself! The little hypocrite!! We would have words about this. I walloped her luscious behind four or five times to her yelping. I told her to report back to me in the kitchen when all was ready and sent her screeching out the door with savage pinch.
I was going to go and enjoy that lunch I had been salivating over and as I ate I would also be salivating over the joy of mercilessly whipping two very nice asses into total submission tonight. I was feeling very good.
...to be continued...
