To be Owned

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“What does it mean?” Jim asks.”What does what mean?” Moll answers.”Your profile says you are owned. What does it mean to be owned?””It means I obey my owner. In my case only in sexual matters, for others perhaps more.””Suppose I asked you to dinner?” he continues.”Yes?” she hesitates.”Could you accept?””Of course.””What if I came on to you after dinner?””That would be sweet.””Would I have a chance?””No.””Why not?””You haven’t asked Mistress for permission and she hasn’t instructed me.””Will you arrange a meeting between your mistress and me?””I’ll tell her you want to fuck me and see what she thinks.””Do you think that’s the best way to go about it?””Don’t you want to fuck me?””Well, yes, but…””I am always honest with Mistress,” Moll concludes.—————————————————————–“Mistress?””Yes, Moll.””Your friend Patty’s husband came by my work today. He asked me what it meant to be owned.””Does he want to fuck you?””Yes, Mistress.””I’ll see Patty over the weekend.”——————————————————————Moll emerges from her shower Saturday morning to find a pink cashmere turtleneck sweater, a matching pink suspender belt, gray nylons, four-inch black heels, and a pink silicone butt plug laid out on her bed. She dresses for her Mistress.Moll makes her breakfast and joins Mistress and Peter, her husband, in the sun room off the kitchen.”Chris tells me Jim wants to fuck you, Moll,” says Peter. “Can’t say I blame him. I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I met you but you keep telling me I need Chris’ permission. I won’t ask my wife’s permission to fuck a beautiful woman.””Perhaps you don’t really want to fuck her,” says Chris.”Perhaps I don’t want to ask permission,” Peter responds.”Jim will have to ask permission,” Chris continues, “and not just from me. He’ll have to ask his wife first. I don’t think you’ll be happy if Jim fucks her before you do. Come here, Moll. Stand with your bottom to me and spread your legs.”Chris easily slips her second and third fingers into Moll’s cunt and probes gently for several seconds. “You really don’t know what you’re missing, Peter.”The doorbell rings a few minutes later.”Would you get that please, Peter?” Chris isvecbahis asks.Peter shows Patty into the sun room and starts to sit down. Chris stops him.”Time just for us girls now,” Chris tells Peter. “Why don’t you give us a few hours?” Peter isn’t surprised but is clearly irritated to be told directly in Patty’s presence to leave his house. He looks angrily at Chris. “You should expect to be humiliated when you behave boorishly, Peter, ” she says. “I’ll see you for dinner.”He turns to leave but not before seeing Patty kiss Moll on the lips and insert three fingers into her cunt. Patty curls her fingers upward and strokes Moll’s nub with her thumb. She runs her free hand across Moll’s flat chest feeling her nipples harden through the soft wool. “How long has it been?” she asks.”Three weeks yesterday,” Chris answers.”She’s very receptive,” Patty notes.”It’s not just the teasing and denial,” Chris explains. “Her cunt moistens as soon as she feels the plug in her ass.”Patty stops rubbing Moll’s breasts and pulls her head toward her for another kiss. Curling her fingers in Moll’s cunt and rubbing her clit with her thumb, she holds her tight and kisses her fiercely. She feels Moll struggling to control herself. She has never known Moll to cum without Chris’ permission. Chris has allowed her to observe and participate when Moll has been restrained and whipped for pleasure, but she wonders whether Moll’s profound self-restraint results from harsher treatment.”That’s enough, Patty,” Chris interrupts her intimacies. “You’ll not make her cum without permission while I’m sitting here. Besides, there’s something you’ll want to hear from her.”Patty gives her nub a couple more firm hard strokes and releases her. Moll’s hips gyrate out of her control and her nipples sting as if bitten by fire ants sending spasm after spasm directly to her cunt. She wouldn’t have lasted another minute.”Go get the spanking chair from the kitchen,” Chris instructs Moll. She brings the hard, straight-backed wooden chair into the sun room.”Make yourself comfortable,” Chris continues.Moll takes her seat with her legs spread on either side of the chair and her back arched. The plug pushes further into her and her cunt is boldly displayed for isveçbahis giriş Mistress and Patty.”Jim stopped by to see Moll the other day,” Chris begins.”What did he want?” asks Patty.”Stop squirming, Moll, and answer Patty.”Moll holds her bottom still. The pressure of the hard chair pushes her plug around inside her and her cheeks writhe in response to its stubborn pressure.”He asked me if I would go to dinner with him if he asked me,” Moll explains.”What did you tell him?” asks Patty.”Of course.””And..?” Patty responds.”He asked what I would think if he came on to me over dinner,” Moll says frankly.”What would you think?” Patty asks.”I told him it would be sweet.”Laughing at Moll’s flirtatiousness, Patty asks what Jim thought of her answer.”He asked if he would have a chance,” says Moll.”Well?””I told him no chance,” Moll laughs.”Moll, we need to stop your squirming,” Chris interjects. “Finger your clit while you sit there. Perhaps that will take your mind off your plug.”Moll runs the middle finger of her right hand through her moist lips and gently and slowly rubs her clit as they continue talking. Her need to control her orgasm forces her to sit still despite the continued throbbing presence of the plug in her bottom.”No chance?” asks Patty.”I told him he would need Mistress’ permission.””Peter and I talked about it yesterday,” Chris says. “It makes him crazy to imagine Jim fucking Moll when he can’t.””Why can’t he?” asks Patty.”Be still, Moll, and stroke yourself harder,” Chris warns her. “He won’t ask permission of his wife to fuck her slut. He thinks it’s beneath him.””What an idiot!” laughs Patty. “Something’s on your mind.””Does Jonathan still want to fuck you?” Chris asks Patty.”Oh, I think he might. He keeps asking me to take a long weekend in the mountains with him.””Why don’t you?””Jonathan insists I get Jim’s permission.”Chris smiles at Patty and tells Moll to sit still and keep rubbing her clit. The chair glistens with her juices. She is grimacing. Her hips are writhing beyond her control. She exerts a herculean effort to hold her bottom still but fails. Chris smiles to herself appreciating her effort. “I’ll deal with you later, Moll.””Now, Patty, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” isveçbahis yeni giriş asks Chris.Patty nods and smiles at Chris.”Bring the chair to the kitchen, Moll, and leave us alone for a few minutes,” says Chris. “Don’t clean it. I’ll have Peter lick it clean when he gets back.”Moll leaves the room and Chris says to Patty, “It will be the closest he ever gets to fucking her.”———————————————————————Patty’s heavy breasts hang over Jim’s face as she slides her cunt along his erect cock pinned against his stomach. She leans forward and bites his earlobe her breasts pressing against his chest.”Chris tells me I’m not enough woman for you.” She kisses him fully on the mouth preventing his response.”Be quiet and listen,” she tells him as she rises to a sitting position her cunt continuing its ride along his cock and her clit pressing hard against his crown at the end of each stroke. She will be getting off soon even if he won’t.”You want to fuck Moll and you need my permission but you’re afraid to ask. So I’m telling you. There’s an older man who wants to fuck me but he won’t without your permission. I want to fuck him, so I know how you feel.”She leans forward onto her hands continuing her cunt’s steady glide up and down his cock.”I’ll let you fuck Moll if you let me fuck Jonathan,” she whispers.She pauses sitting still as a mild orgasm works it way through her body.”If you let me, I will fuck him whenever I choose unless I tell you you can’t fuck Moll,” she continues. Her hips begin to writhe, working her cunt along his cock. “I won’t hear you complain. And I will be fucking him. All I need is your permission. He won’t stop fucking me once we start. You’ll have my permission to fuck Moll but you still need Chris to let you fuck her. She might not let you, but this is your only chance.”She lowers herself pressing her breasts against his chest and whispers in his ear, “How badly do you want her?””Badly.””May I fuck Jonathan?””Oh god, yes!” he moans. “Yes, you may fuck Jonathan.””And you may fuck Moll.” A second, stronger orgasm sweeps through her. When she has ridden it out, she lifts herself off him leaving him hard and dripping and makes a call from the bedside table. Jim can only hear her side of the conversation.”Jonathan?” she asks and awaits his response.”Do you still want to go away next weekend?” He is surprised, wondering whether she has told his husband of their intentions.

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