How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 07

"Fine, take a week off. Maybe we'll take a short trip to the Northern Cascades, really show you what my car can do."

"Mmm, lovely. Will you show me what this cock can do?" She began fondling said appendage.

"That will cost you?"

"Can I afford to pay?"

"Can you ride topless the whole way once we hit the freeway?"

Sharon laughed. "Probably."

"And wear a toy in your cunt that will vibrate to the music blasting from the speakers?"

"Sounds better and better."

"Then I guess I can show you what my cock can do."

"Can we start now? I don't want to wait a week."

She didn't have to.

******

I had no idea what I might find when I returned to the house. The fact all my things hadn't been dumped on the front lawn was a good sign. I went inside and both of them were bent over the back of the couch as I ordered. They both eyed me as I walked through the door, and it surprised them when I more or less ignored them. As soon as I passed him, Phillip started to stand up.

"That's five more swats for you, Phillip. Remain bent over."

He bent back down with alacrity. I went out to the patio and checked the cleanliness after the mess we'd left behind last night. It was sufficiently clean. I went into the kitchen and muddled around in the kitchen utensil drawer, looking for something to be used as a paddle, finding a wooden mixing spoon and a long, thin metal spatula for spreading frosting on cakes. I could see the edges of that cutting if they didn't remain still, and it would be difficult for them to remain still, so I took the wooden spoon.

"Nice job on the clean up outside. You won't receive any more swats for that." I sat down on the easy chair facing the couch. I was smacking the spoon into my hand, getting a feel for how much it would hurt. It would hurt a lot, but I'd used non-specific paddles before. "Who resisted becoming a slave the most?"

"Phillip, sir," Laura said archly, kind of smug.

"Phillip, did your wife make any threats against you to ensure your compliance?"

"I threatened to leave him, sir," Laura answered.

"Five more swats for you. I wasn't addressing you, I was addressing Phillip. Speak when you're spoken to, otherwise, keep your lip zipped. Is this true, Phillip? Laura threatened to leave you?"

"Yes."

"The correct answer is 'Yes, sir,' or 'Yes, Master', but I haven't gone over the rules with you yet, so you get a pass on that one. Don't forget in the future, or it will cost you. Laura, for threatening to leave Phillip, you get ten more swats. You're up to forty now. The entire reason you now find yourself submitting to me, is your marriage was in danger. I did not believe it would survive on the trajectory you were on. Therefore, threatening to leave your husband is a very unfortunate threat. It means your marriage is in greater danger than I thought. Hence, the extra punishment. Phillip, do you wish to reconsider your decision to submit?"

"What will happen if I do?" He almost forgot. "Sir."

"I will leave, never to return. I'm the only one who can make threats to either one of you. You won't make them to each other. When this began, Laura seemed reluctant, not really sure if this was something she wanted to do, but clearly desiring a child. Given your cuckold proclivities, I thought it allowed me the opportunity to have one myself, raised by responsible, loving parents. I believed that you were a cuckold, who would enjoy watching me breed your wife, but when that was accomplished, would go back ro being a loving husband in a quasi normal marriage, and a good provider for your wife and child. That you would then suppress those cuckold impulses until you wanted another child. It turns out, both of those assumptions were wrong.

"I introduced other women into the equation, because I like women, and I like watching women have sex, and I didn't believe it would fundamentally alter your relationship. I thought if Laura was fucking me, you should get some extra-marital fun of your own. It was only fair. We could both enjoy watching the women have sex, without jealousies interfering. Whether or not you would continue this behavior past my departure, wasn't a huge concern for me. You're not going to get another woman pregnant and Laura can't, so as long as you practiced safe sex, it couldn't come between you, if you were both doing it.

"Adding Jack and Hans was a test; one you both could have passed, had you not gone so all in. If it seemed like you could control yourselves when faced by the prospect of other men, you would have passed. Surely, if there was an occasional woman, there could be an occasional man. It would give Laura a little extra zing to the ultimately boring prospect of monogamy, while satisfying your own cuckold tendencies. But for your marriage to survive, it would have to be an occasional thing, discretely done, so it doesn't appear as if you two are, in fact, what you are. That it wouldn't become public knowledge and ruin your reputation and career, nor Laura's reputation, or her ability to be seen as a fit mother for your children. A constant parade of men into your home would be disastrous. The occasional visitor of either sex is not a death knell to your marriage and reputation, but everything else I suggested this morning, and both of you so eagerly lapped up, would be.

"Having a child under those circumstances is a non-starter. You might as well divorce now and Laura become a whore, as attempt to continue your marriage. I believe that I can control those impulses of yours, both of you, and instill a little discipline, to replace your own lack of self-discipline. I can't be around forever though. I can't remain your Dominant. I'm looking to obtain another for you, who can direct you past my ability to control you. At some point in the future, if you've developed self-control, you may eventually be released from your submission, to live your life as close to your past life as you can. But, I'll not allow any child of mine to be raised in what this house would have become if your own impulses ran unchecked.

"Thus, I want your willing submission. I don't want Laura's threats to determine what you do. I want you choosing for yourself because you feel it's in your own best interests; the interests of you, your marriage, your career, your children's lives. If that's not what you want, don't submit. If the only reason you do so is Laura's threat; your marriage is already doomed. Do yourself a favor and call it off before you have children. So I ask you again, do you want to accept me as your Master? Take time to think about it."

He did. I didn't care if they remained bent over the couch all night. I didn't have to go to work in the morning. He took over ten minutes to think about it.

"I'm willing to submit to you, sir," Phillip finally said.

"Excellent. I have hope for the two of you. Laura, suck your husband's cock to an orgasm."

"Sir? Aren't you going to spank us, Master?" Laura asked.

"I am, but you'll both be able to withstand more pain if your body is flooded with endorphins from an orgasm. I'll give Phillip his spanking first. Suck him off."

"Yes, sir."

I think getting his dick sucked to start off his submission, put Phillip in a better frame of mind to begin it. It didn't take him all that long to cum. It usually didn't. After he shot is load in Laura's mouth, I had him bend over the couch again and he got thirty stiff whacks to his backside, leaving it very red, a little bruised, and a lot sore. He would not want to sit on it for some time, and might even be uncomfortable tomorrow.

Since Laura was getting forty, I had Phillip lick her to two orgasms, then had him hold her hands again as I paddled her ass. She was sobbing when I finished.

"When will you fuck me again," she cried.

"When you've earned it. Phillip won't get to watch me fuck you again until he's earned it. Those will be rewards for pleasing behavior, not any old time you want it. You may go cool your asses off in the pool for ten minutes, then return to be collared and discuss the rules of your submission. Don't be late, or you'll get more." I set a timer on my watch.

They returned when nine minutes was up. I'd gone out to the car while they were out there, and brought in some new purchases. One of them, was a huge dog pad for big dogs. Laura didn't know it yet, but that was going to be her bed tonight. She still got to sleep in the master bedroom, but not in the bed.

"You will both kneel on the floor. I want you to kneel with your knees far apart so I can see your sex organs, which now belong to me. Then put your hands behind your neck and throw your elbows back so your chest is thrust out." I waited until they both complied. "Good. Laura, pull your hair off of your neck so I can collar you. Good, bitch." I fastened a dog collar I got at WalMart around her neck. "You may release your hair, Laura." I then fastened a larger collar around Phillip's neck. "Good boy. Now Phillip, stand up again. I need to add your cock and ball rings." I squeezed them on over his prick and balls and added a dog tag to the bottom that said 'Good Boy', on it.

"That stays on you permanently, Phillip. You may remove your collar in the car before going to work, and you will immediately replace it before leaving the parking lot. If I send you shopping before you come home from work, the collar will remain on. You need to have a constant reminder of my ownership, even at work, which is why the cock and ball rings remain on. If I discover you removed it, I'll replace it with a cock cage, which you will like a whole lot less than your rings. The cage will lock over your cock and you won't have a key."

I handed each of them a list of the rules I'd printed. "Read these over and tell me if you have any questions."

They remained on their knees as they read them over. "Sir, we really need to ask permission to go to the bathroom?" Laura asked.

"Yes, you do. Dogs are walked. You will do the equivalent of whining at the door to be let out. Ask for permission to go."

"Even when I'm at work?" Phillip asked.

I waited, looking at my watch, counting the seconds going by.

"Even while I'm at work, Master?" Phillip asked, realizing his error.

"That's going to start costing you, Phillip. Pay attention. Even at work. You'll text me with enough time to get a response. I'm not usually doing anything. If I feel I'll be out of contact, I'll give you permission to decide on your own."

"No orgasms without permission, Master?" Laura asked.

"None. That's inviolate. No masturbating unless you have permission. In fact, don't even touch yourself unless you have it. Your sex belongs to me now, and you won't be getting permission any time soon. Failure to obey, does result in punishment. My guess is you will get punished fairly often for that offense, as I won't always give your permission even when you're fucking me, or Phillip."

They had no more questions at the moment. "I've assigned you safe words of Yellow and Red. It may take me some time to establish soft and hard limits. You may use yellow to get me to ease up, and red to get something to stop. We'll discuss your use of those words when you have to use them."

I attached a leash to both of their collars.

"Laura, pick up the pad, and both of you follow me."

"Are we getting a dog, Master?"

"No, that's your bed until you earn your way back into mine."

I led them both to the master bedroom, where I told Laura to set her cushion at the foot of the bed. I tied her leash to the bed, without a lot of slack. "You do not remove your leash on your own except in the case of an emergency, such as a fire. You remain there, until I remove it. If you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I will take you."

I went to the linen closet and got a couple blankets to put over her, and gave her a pillow from the bed. "Lie down and go to sleep. You'll have a busy day tomorrow. We'll be going shopping for some supplies. It will be very humiliating and embarrassing for you. Phillip, follow me back to the guest room where you've been sleeping."

I led him to his room, and attached his leash with a little more slack than I'd given Laura. "The leash rule applies to you as well, if you need to use the restroom, text me. I'll release you. What time do you need to get up in the morning to make it to work on time?

"Seven, sir."

"You'll be unleashed at seven. Remain in bed until then."

"Sir, I should use the restroom now, before going to bed."

"Very well." I went with him to the guest room toilet and watched him as he urinated, then led him back to his bed and reattached his leash.

"Goodnight, Phillip."

"Goodnight, sir."

I went back to the master bedroom. Laura was huddled underneath her blankets. "Are you wearing your Ben Wa balls, Slut?"

"No, sir."

"Failure to put them in at the appropriate times will result in punishment. You need to keep your cunt tight for your husband."

"Yes, sir."

"What time do you need to get up to have breakfast made for your fellow slave?"

"Seven, Master." I set my alarm for 6:30. The next few days were going to be interesting

"Good night, Slut."

"Good night, sir."

******

I got up and poked my foot at Laura until she woke up. I untied her leash from the bed.

"Suck my cock, Slut."

"Yes, Master."

Laura did the best she could, which wasn't very good. She did manage to extract my cum in the fifteen minutes I allowed for it, though she didn't do a very good job of swallowing either, the amount more than she could handle. Something else to work on. I let her in the bathroom to use the toilet.

"I'm releasing you to wake up your husband. Start by sucking his cock, then mounting him for sex. After he cums, you may untie his leash to allow him to get ready for work. You may cum once while he fucks you. When he's up, come to the kitchen and help prepare breakfast."

"Yes, sir."

I led her to Phillip's room and unhooked her leash from her collar. She went to the bed and began sucking his knob, quickly waking him up. I gave him permission to cum, then went into the kitchen and started some breakfast. Fifteen minutes later, Laura was helping me. Twenty minutes after that, Phillip entered the kitchen wearing his suit.

"Show me your cock and balls, bitch boy."

Phillip blushed, but opened his fly to show me he was wearing his cock and ball rings.

"Good enough. How was your alarm clock?"

He glanced at Laura and said, "My alarm clock was fine, sir."

"When you're four minutes away from home tonight, call Laura and tell her you're on your way home. She'll have time to greet you at the door with a blow job."

"I thought you were making her your submissive, Master?" Questioning my methods and motives.

"I am, and fucking you is part of her duties to me. Don't worry, she'll be fucking me as well, though the fucking part won't occur until she's been a good girl and pleasing to me."

"What does that consist of, Master?" she asked.

"You'll know when you've done it. Did you orgasm when Phillip was fucking you this morning?"

"No, sir."

I pulled her into my lap and fed her, finger fucking her to an orgasm when I did so.

"Phillip, henceforth, you will give Laura one orgasm before you leave for work each day. If she doesn't get it from fucking you, when you go down on her to clean up after your sex, which you'll now do every time you cum in her, orally give her one."

"Yes, Master."

After Phillip left for work, I asked if her Ben Wa balls were in her cunt yet.

"No, Master."

"What did your rules state?"

"That they needed to be inside of me anytime I wasn't having sex, or using the bathroom, sir."

"Are you doing either of those items now, Slut?"

"No, Master."

"Five swats. They'll be administered later."

"Yes, sir."

"What are you waiting for. Meet me in the gym."

"Yes, sir." Laura ran off to insert her Ben Wa balls and met me in the gym. She lost the smaller balls four times doing her squats.

"You haven't been exercising with them enough and you got fucked with large cocks several times on Sunday. You will remain tight for your husband. Fucking big cocks is no reason not to pleasure Phillip. Do you understand? It might be part of the reason you didn't orgasm from his fucking."

"He doesn't last very long, Master."

"We'll be working on that."

"Yes, sir."

"You need to suck my cock better and swallow cum better. You're merely adequate at sucking cock and you made a mess swallowing this morning. You need to do better. God forbid I need to ask my ex-wife to teach you how to suck a cock properly."

"I understand that might be embarrassing, Master."

"As much for you, as me. She will make fun of your abilities."

I lay down on a yoga mat and had her orally pleasure my sweaty body. It was interesting that while she was doing her best to fellate me, Phillip texted and asked for permission to go to the bathroom. I told him he could and told him Laura was trying to suck my cock and not doing very good at it. She did a little better, but not much, and she still lost some of my cum.

"Lick my cum off the floor, Slut. You should treat my cum like gold. You shouldn't be losing a drop of that precious substance. It's the cum of your Master. The stuff that's going to give you a child if you earn it."

"Yes, sir. I'll do better, sir."

"We're going to take a shower now and you're to wash me, then yourself. Get ready to go out. No panties, transparent bra, garter belt and stockings. Dress like a slut, the same as when we went out."

"Yes, Master."

I only let Laura wash me, not go any further than getting me clean. When Laura was ready to go, I slipped the Lush 3 inside of her pussy. She had to wear it while we had lunch at a nice little bistro not far from their home. Apparently, not far enough. Someone came in who knew Laura and she had to come over and chat. Fortunately, we were almost done.

"Who's this big, strong hunk of man, Laura, and does your husband know you're out eating with him. Are you being a naughty girl?"

Laura didn't know what to say, and in fact, I think she was having an orgasm at the time. I stood up and took her arm, a light pressure, drawing her attention to me.

"Hello, my name is Bryce Harmon, and I'm currently a guest at the Smiths. Phillip just recently assisted me in the acquiring of a company down in San Francisco, realized I was staying at the Hyatt due to my recent marriage ending, and he invited me to stay at his home until I could find something more permanent. Your name is?"

"Brenda. Brenda Carlyle. Are you that Seattle billionaire?"

"That's me, guilty as charged. How is it that you know the Smiths?"

"I live in the same neighborhood, not too close, a couple blocks away. So you're driving the new Porsche I've seen in the driveway?"

"One and the same. Laura needed to do a little shopping for food and other essentials, and rather than have her cook another meal for me, I decided to take her out for lunch. I can afford it after all," I laughed. "I don't want to impose on their hospitality too much. You said 'I live in the same neighborhood.' Does that mean there's no Mr. or Ms. Carlyle?"

"Ms?" Brenda laughed. "I'm not that modern. I like my bed partners to have a little bit of meat hanging between their legs."

"Brenda," I said, acting shocked. "Talk about being a naughty girl. Are you flirting with me?"

"Would it work if I was?"

"That depends upon if there is a Mr. Carlyle. I would never mess with a married woman. It's part of the Bro code - Bros before Hos, although I'm not suggesting you're a whore, you understand. I just wouldn't do a brother like that."

"No worries, the former Mr. Carlyle is not a problem."

"Deceased?"

"Divorced."

"I'm sorry to hear that. It does seem to be a modern problem. Fifty percent don't make it. Well, Brenda, since we both seem to be at loose ends at the moment, perhaps we could go out some time?"