The Master Downstairs — Chapter 2
As Jeremy kept talking about how happy he was to be my slave, my mind was racing. I had to sit down and ask Jeremy to stop talking since he would happily keep answering my open ended question. Kristen put her head back own my knee, looking up at me. So many questions, I needed to focus on the most important parts first.
“Kristen, please get dressed, go upstairs and close the blinds and then come back here.”
Off she went, while I started thinking about whether it was safe to release Jeremy. Maybe he put a back door in his own program or something. Then again, he was pretty agitated when he realized I was going to use it on him, so he might not have thought that far ahead. What instructions should I give him, assuming he actually was “turned” by the device.
“Jeremy, tell me more about the instructions you’ve given your slaves. What can I tell Brenda to get her down here?”
“Thank you Master for allowing me to help. If you tell Brenda that her Master wants her downstairs, she’d normally follow your lead, but I specifically told her to stay. You’ll need me to tell her, which I’m exceedingly happy to do so.”
“Ok, then. Convince me that it’s safe for me to untie you.”
“Hmm. While I know I belong to you and that I’d do whatever I could to make sure you were safe and happy, I can see why you’re not sure. I’d beg you to believe me, but that won’t actually help convince you, so let me think. I could shout to her if that’s ok. Or you could tie something around my neck before you untie me or …”
Kristen came back in the room and put her head back on my knee at this point, so I interrupted Jeremy and said that was enough. With the blinds down, there wasn’t as much of a rush to deal with Brenda.
“Tell me what what you’ve done to them and what instructions you’e given to your slaves.”
He kept talking for a while, but simplified, he had become fascinated with virtual reality, the technology behind it, and creating VR experiences. At some point he had started experimenting with his sister and made some surprising advances. The training just needed time and no interruptions. The people were trained to add a new level to their hierarchy of needs, their Master came first.
Jeremy came up with a way to ensure I felt comfortable with him. After he had recorded a full confession to his assault on my wife using my camera, I tied his arms behind his back and looped the rope into a leash around his neck. Brenda looked at us as we walked into the living room, but didn’t say anything. Jeremy told her that I was his Master and that she should obey me as if I were her Master as well.
Kristen was again kneeling by my side and as soon as Jeremey had finished speaking, Brenda moved to my other side and mirrored Kristen’s position. The thoughts that were racing through my mind made me feel like I needed to sit down so I told Jeremy to kneel down and I tied his leash tightly to the table. I then sat down on the sofa, watching as the two women made their way to my knees again. I looked over Brenda in more detail and she was lovely. She was in great shape for her age, with a good looking face and brown wavy hair. Her breasts were slightly larger than Kristen’s, and I felt them against my calf as she put her head on my knee.
Up to this point, I had mostly been working through the shock and making choices in the moment. I put my head back and closed my eyes to give myself a moment to think. I felt like I had cracked open something, and the desires that were coming out were powerful and shocking. I thought I had been a devoted husband, loyal to just Kristen, but now I couldn’t stop thinking of the possibilities. Brenda would do whatever I wanted, so would Jeremy. Kristen would be perfectly fine with whatever I did because she was my slave too. Three slaves in 90 minutes. Three slaves who would do anything. My head hurt trying to tell me what anything meant to me, but it was a powerful feeling of roaring rushing need.
I gave in to these new desires. I became someone as different from who I was yesterday, as my wife … as my slave Kristen, was from the woman I had kissed goodbye to this morning.
“Kristen, undress. Brenda, face away from me and put your head down and your ass up right in front of me. “
Kristen and Brenda quickly followed my instructions while I stood up and slowly took off my clothes. Doing this in front of Jeremy felt like it would have bothered me yesterday, but actually what I felt today was powerful. Brenda had assumed the position, which I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kristen in before, it was more submissive than she used to be. Brenda was trembling with need and her lips were pulsing and glistening in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her pussy. It was starting to collect her moisture and reveal her inner lips. Her breasts hung down but I could only see their sides unless I moved my head. I had to possess her, I had to make her mine.
My cock moved up and down with my pulse. I thought it had never felt harder until I glanced at Kristen and saw that she was flushed red and excited as well. That realization caused a spike of arousal and the color of my cock deepened so that it looked almost angry.
“Kristen, head down, ass up, right next to Brenda”
As Kristen moved, I slid forward and speared into Brenda. Her back arched, pushing herself onto me. Putting a hand on the hip of each woman, it felt like a giant bell had just rung. My body shook with lust and I came as if it was being sucked out of me. Right as I came, I saw Jeremy with a red face, he was as excited as I was, watching his mother rock her hips onto my cock. Kristen had her head turned to the side on the floor to watch us and she was shivering as well. My body moved on it’s own, I felt like I was ripped apart from it, connected only by my hard spike encased in a warm wet place.
I guess Jeremy and Brenda had proved they were mine now too.
I told Brenda to shower in the guest room while Kristen and I went to our master bedroom. The name of the room struck me as funny now, with all the changes in my life. Kristen washed me gently and carefully with her mouth. It was oddly sensual and quietly exciting, different than what we had done in the basement and the living room. Her looks of devotion while she cleaned another woman’s juices off me made me love her more than I ever had before. When she had finished, she carefully began to suck on me again, something we had never done in the shower. It was amazing and the full extent of how my life had changed was starting to become both apparent to me, and greatly appreciated.