"Would you prefer a bedroom or the dungeon, Master?" she asked after they got through the door.
"Oh my, you have a dungeon?"
"Yes, Master. A very well equipped dungeon."
"Perhaps you can show me that later. I think a bedroom will suffice for now."
Monique showed him to a guest room and closed and locked the door once they got in. Then she turned to Alan and cast her eyes down again. "This girl is yours, Master. I belong to you."
"Oh my," he said again. "Yes. Let's see now. Where shall we begin?"
"Perhaps you should fuck me, Master." Monique figured that getting this intimate act behind them early would let them avoid a lot of clumsiness throughout the evening. Once he had fucked her, he should have no problem with touching her or even using her again.
"May I help you with your clothes, Master?"
"Yes, please do."
Monique stepped closer and slowly and seductively took off each article of Alan's clothing, folding them neatly. She was pleasantly surprised at what she found underneath. Alan's body was trim and muscular. She had a very handsome master for the evening. And he had a very respectable cock. It was probably an inch or two longer than Pierre's and was straight and narrow. While Pierre's cock was like a bludgeon, Alan's was more like an epee.
"Where would my master like me?" asked Monique. With this, Alan led her to the bed and then held her for a moment, kissing her. Then, he surprised her. She had expected him to take her missionary style on the bed. Instead, he turned her until she was facing the bed and bent her over until her arms rested on the covers.
"This will do very nicely," he said as he looked down at the two perfect bottom cheeks. Then, without saying another word, he moved forward and pushed his cock into her sex. The cock speared into her fully, giving away how aroused she was and she felt it easily reach her cervix, sending delicious waves of pain through her body.
Alan reached beneath her and grasped the two dangling breasts, giving them a squeeze and using them as handles to control the movement of her body. She reached between her legs to cup his swaying balls, only to be rewarded by a spank to a bottom cheek.
"Yikes!" she gasped at the surprise.
"You belong to me," he said. "I will decide what you do."
"Yes, Master," she replied quickly. This was a surprise. He seemed to be taking to this role more quickly than she could have hoped. Maybe he was a natural.
Alan continued to slowly pump in and out of her for over fifteen minutes, squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples. Monique kept becoming more and more aroused and desperately needed relief. She reached won again and started to rub her clit but received another spank, much harsher this time.
"I decide things, girl," was all he said. But it was enough to get Monique to quickly retract her hand. Oh, he is a natural all right, she thought to herself.
After another ten minutes, he slid his hand down her belly and started to rub her clit. Monique was feverish with lust and almost came. Right before she slid over the edge, though, he gave her another command.
"Don't cum until you have permission, pet," he said as his fingers continued to toy with her inflamed little nubbin. Monique bit down on her lip trying to get her body back under control.
Alan spanked her several more times, not to punish her but because he liked the sound of his hand striking her smooth flesh. Each spank further inflamed her arousal and she was thankful when he finally gave her permission to climax. Her orgasm struck her violently and her whole body tensed and trembled. She collapsed limply onto the bed and just lay there moaning as Alan emptied his seed into her body.
"Oh, Master," she cried after they recovered and stood up again. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "That was wonderful. You do own me. Thank you, Master."
Alan enjoyed holding her in his arms and had thoroughly enjoyed fucking the deliciously beautiful housewife. He thought that he might like this lifestyle very much.
Monique helped to dress him again and then they returned to the party. Pierre smiled as he saw his naked wife being led back on a leash. He noticed that Alan had bound her wrists behind her back and thought that was a nice touch. He also saw that Monique had a glow about her and had a just-been-fucked smile on her face.
"I see that someone is enjoying the party," he said.
Monique's glow turned into a full-fledged blush at the observation. "Yes, Master," she replied to Pierre. "It is a very nice party."
Alan noticed that Ann appeared to have settled down. She had been chatting with Pierre and a few of the other guests when he returned.
"She's delightful, Ann," Alan said as he extended his hand, offering Monique's leash to his wife. "You should try her."
"Oh," replied Ann. "No thank you. I think he's more my speed." She held up the end of a leash and stepped aside. Kneeling behind her was a very naked Steve, complete with a raging erection.
Pierre handed Laura's leash to Ann and then asked Alan if they could talk privately. Not knowing what else to do, Alan gave Monique's leash to his wife, leaving the woman who had been nearly comatose earlier holding leashes for three slaves.
"How is she doing?" Pierre asked with one over Alan's shoulder as he guided him to a quieter spot.
Alan did not know quite how to reply. It did not seem appropriate to talk to a man about the sexual skills of his wife. Pierre sensed Alan's dilemma and tried to break the ice.
"Oh, I already know she's a great fuck," he said. "I just wanted to know if you found her pleasing enough as a slave."
This had the desired effect on Alan. "Oh god yes. I find her very pleasing. And you are right. She's an amazing fuck."
Pierre grinned. "Is she behaving? She can be a bit headstrong. You have my permission to punish her if need be."
Alan shook his head. "I don't think that will be needed any more. I think we got things sorted out upstairs."
"Good man," said Pierre as he slapped Alan on the back. "I knew you'd be able to handle her."
The rest of the evening was a blur of excitement and activity. Ann did take her boy to a bedroom and squealed as Steve's massive cock impaled her. "Oh my god," she exclaimed to Alan on the drive home, "he was so thick that I thought he'd split me in two. I don't know how many times I came."
Pierre took Laura to the dungeon where he gave a demonstration to a small crowd of guests. Laura was mounted on a pole with a dildo on top of it. The height of the pole was adjusted so that she had to stand on tiptoe to keep the top of the dildo from touching her cervix. And each time it did, she received an electric shock. She was a whimpering mass by the time her thirty minute ordeal ended but the crowd loved the show.
Alan took Monique to the dungeon where he fastened her to a cross and fucked her again as his teeth raked and bit her defenseless nipples. All in all, it was a very successful party and Monique invited Ann back for tea the following day.
Chapter 8
By agreement, Ann showed up for training at the Chambeaux home the following week. She had sworn them all to secrecy because she didn't want Alan to find out until she knew for sure if this was for her. This was easy for everyone except Laura. Twice during the period of Ann's training, Pierre had loaned Laura to the Chisholms. One of these loans occurred the day after Ann had spent her day at the house and it happened that on this particular day, Ann had been the dominant over Laura. It made for an awkward greeting for both but they soon overcame it.