The Master Downstairs — Chapter 4
With a room full of naked women, all of them looking at me with such quiet intensity, it felt like I was 14 again with a cock that was so hard it actually hurt. I was starting to lose control, I wanted to rip my clothes off and just dive into the pool of flesh in front of me. My own wife had just told me she wanted me to fuck each one of them and make them mine. My head was roaring, but I wasn’t a teenager, I was able to delay my gratification for a better outcome. I was the only person in the room who appreciated just how hard that was to do though.
“Everyone, welcome. I have four instructions to share with each of you and then I have some questions. Let’s begin.”
It was interesting to see how the crowd accepted the four instructions I had shared earlier with Kristen, Brenda and Jeremy. After I had said the words, they all made a face that looked like they were thinking and then refocused on me. Not everyone took the same amount of time, the longest about 5 minutes. I tried to remember which ones were fastest and which were slowest.
I spotted a computer and printer in the next room so I told everyone to stay where they were and walked over to get a stack of paper. “I want each of you to take a page and write down your name, your age, your cell, and your address. Please describe yourself so I can recognize you. I want to know more about you. Tell me what you do, who are the most important people to you, what your interests are, your goals, what you fear, how your health is. If you have any responsibilities or obligations such as spouses, children, jobs, debts, or school, please list them out. I’d like to know about your sexual experiences, what you like and dislike. Whether you’ve been tested for STD’s and if you’re on birth control. If there’s something else I should know about you, write it down.”
I was fascinated that instead of a scrum descending on the paper, the ones closest to the pile each grabbed a portion, removed one for themselves and handed the rest behind them. I could see the paper flowing back through the crowd. All of them started reaching into purses to find a pen and soon all you could hear was the scribbling throughout the room. It was still startling to me how there were none of the conversations you’d normally hear in a crowd of people. I started walking around looking over peoples shoulders and quickly realized I needed to amend my request.
“Please do not write about me, or what you think I’d like. I want to know about you before you became a slave. Add in how you became a slave and why you think Jeremy picked you. Also, please do not use more than both sides of the paper, so keep it as high level as you think appropriate.“ Hmm, mentioning Jeremy reminded me to add one more request. “When you’re done, anyone who has told someone about being a slave, or thinks that someone they know MIGHT suspect that they are one, please go into the kitchen with your paper. If that doesn’t apply, please wait quietly in this room”
Kristen had grabbed a piece of paper and was diligently writing down her details, but we could do that later. I had done what I needed to do for now, I needed to get some relief and I needed it now. I told her to follow me as I wandered deeper into the house. In their TV room, I pushed down on her shoulders and then more until she was lying on her back. As soon as it was clear what I wanted, she moved with me and opened her arms and legs up to welcome me. I pulled my clothes off quickly, my cock knew where it wanted to go and I plunged into her, her pussy was hot and wet, as aroused as I’ve ever seen her. She shook as if I had impaled her, having an orgasm on my first stroke. I grabbed her shoulders and kept slamming into her. This wasn’t the normal sex we had in our married life, this was brutal and raw and she welcomed it, arching her back to keep me stabbing right into her. My balls were clenching and now I was coming, filling her with my cum, roaring out and she joined me, groaning “Master, thank you for your gift”. Those words struck me like a blow, even as my orgasm peaked and I just let the rush take me. I collapsed on top of her, feeling her nipples as sharp as diamonds under me and her arms and legs wrap around me and begin caressing me.
After I started thinking again and became aware of her body still writhing under me even as I was still embedded within her, I pulled out and wearily leaned back against their couch. She rolled around and began sucking on me, cleaning my cock of our combined juices. We used to just jump in the shower after we had sex, but this was so much better, especially the way she swung her breasts so that her nipples carved lines on my thighs. I quickly hardened up again, but had thankfully relieved most of the pressure I had been feeling sitting in a room of naked women. I told her to rest while I thought through what a crazy day it’s been. I walked into my new life less than 5 hours ago. I had started organizing what I had inherited from Jeremy. I put in place protections to help keep us from being noticed. I had just had amazing sex with my wife, and I still had a roomful of temptation to learn about and consider.
I debated staying naked, but for what I wanted to do next, thought it was better to get dressed. I told Kristen to relax and clean up if she wanted to. I went into the living room and pulled my phone out, unlocking it. I handed the phone to the nearest woman and said to the crowd, “This is my phone, please add your name and number as a contact, along with a photo of your face (pls don’t make it obvious you are naked). Under company, put the word Plus. Txt yourself with an innocuous message and then add me as a contact on your phone and share your location with me. You can give me the name Plus Plus in your contact. When you’re done, hand it to the next person until you are all done. Going forward, I will txt you when I need to, but you should only txt me if you are in danger or someone finds out that you are a slave. Do not trust email or txts, do not send anything in a txt which could betray our secret. Merely ask if we can get together in person. Oh, and start locking your phones please”
I then grabbed some paper before entering the kitchen. I asked that everyone who had told someone they were a slave, or knew that someone thought they were one to my stand on my left. Anyone who merely suspected that someone knew to my right. “Take a new piece of paper, write the words Possible Leak at the top and describe who you think knows about you, how you know them, why you think that, and describe them, their habits, how likely you think it is that they’ll tell someone else.” The sound of scribbling filled the room as I considered whether I was willing to enslave more people to keep this secret.
“Jeremy, please come in here”
“Master?”
“I want you to think about whether you could modify your program or create a new one which doesn’t create a slave, but merely encourages them to want to obey me, and most importantly will not want to tell anyone new about us. They’ll be happy to keep our secret while they still live their normal lives. Don’t mess up the program you already have of course.”
“Yes Master. I’ll begin right away”
How do you even test something like this, which reminded me of that comment about the blonde who had the device removed halfway. I’ll have to ask Jeremy about what happened to her when I have more time. In the meantime, I wandered back into the TV room to find Kristen. I needed to relieve my pressure again.
She was resting on the couch when I entered, but immediately slipped to her knees. I still can’t believe how powerful I felt looking down on her with her breasts presented to me and her half open mouth waiting for me to tell her what to do. Our marriage is probably like many, where we had different levels of comfort with our individual sexuality and what we did as a couple. For example, she had never let me see her masturbate and after asking once or twice, I dropped it as not a big deal in the greater scheme of things. The greater scheme of things had changed dramatically though, and I was starting to realize that all of our deals were open to renegotiation.
I gave her some instructions as I went back into the living room and asked everyone to get dressed and put their paper in a pile. I asked for my phone back and told everyone to Behave Publicly and go about their lives. I’d reach out to them in small groups over the next week or so. Thank you, please leave now.” I wandered through the kitchen where almost everyone was done. Everyone on the “suspicious but not certain” side of the room, I gave the same instructions as the living room people. For those on the “Certain” side, I asked them to move back to the living room, get dressed, and make themselves comfortable. I asked Brenda to serve drinks while they waited.
In the TV room, Kristen had been following my requests as she laid on her back and played with herself and yet she was not allowed to come. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily through her nose, she was biting her lip which is one of those expressions I loved on her. One hand was roughly squeezing a breast while two fingers of the other hand were rapidly sliding in and out of her cunt. Her crotch was soaked and she glistened with sweat. It was one of the most erotic sights I’ve ever seen and I didn’t even want to touch her, I just wanted to keep watching her wiggle around. My lust grew until I couldn’t take it anymore. I flipped her over and pulled up her hips. Her hands kept moving and after dropping my pants, I jammed my cock between her fingers into her pussy. I could feel her fingers on either side of my cock as I pulled it out and pushed it back in repeatedly. It felt fantastic and unexpected. I loved it.
Back in the living room with everyone dressed, including Kristen and myself, I started reading the pages. When I finished one, I handed it to Kristen for her to read. When she finished a page, she passed it to someone else and soon enough, everyone was reading something. After we finished, I asked everyone to rank which ones were the most risky and time critical. We had a lot of work to do to keep this contained.