How I Became a Breeding Bull Ch. 15

Jeri started laughing. "You know, Master, I don't recall any permission being asked for or received either, and she's been a slave far longer than I have. I'm thinking paddle for this."

"I'm thinking paddle for both of you. My hand would be as sore as your two asses if I gave them by hand."

"Fuck." Laura said.

"Are you addressing me, slut."

"No, sir, just the carelessness of this slave. Thinking too much about Jeri, and not enough about my own lily white ass."

"Get the paddle, please."

"Yes, sir. May I please have half now and half later?"

"That's only fair," I said.

Laura retrieved the paddle and I said I'd spank Jeri first, since she needed to go outside.

"Since this is your first spanking, I strongly suggest you grip Laura's hand and cling to it, to resist the temptation to cover your buns. The paddle could do damage to your hand that's much worse than what your ass would feel."

"I agree, Miss Jeri. Until I got used to a paddling, Phillip held my hands. You may hold mine when it's my turn, as eighty is so many."

Jeri bent over the bed and the two women gripped each others hands. Since it was Jeri's first, I went relatively easy on her to get a feel for her tolerance and limits. Boy was I surprised when she said, "Fuck, I think I'm going to cum, Master. May I have permission please?"

I'd heard of submissives orgasming during a punishment, seen it myself a few times, but never in one so new to submission. This was the first time Jeri had ever submitted, and only briefly. On the other hand, she'd been extremely orgasmic thus far. I gave her permission. She orgasmed shortly afterward. Her spanking over, I gave Laura her first forty. Then Laura and I went to the window and watched as Jeri rushed out naked to get her change of clothes. I didn't see anyone out on the street, it being a quiet cul-de-sac, but I don't know who may have seen something from a window.

"How do you feel?" I asked when she rushed back in the house.

"Like I need to fuck again, Master," Jeri responded, shaking slightly.

"Interesting response, because after giving out spankings to disobedient slaves, I usually need to fuck. I tell you what; you may both cum freely until we go to sleep, but the rules are back in place when we wake up? Jeri, you're up, with Laura on the bottom, then I'll give both of you the rest of your eighty swats, then fuck Laura again. They won't be nearly as long this time. Any questions?"

"No, Master. I like the fucking part," Jeri said.

"It seemed you loved the spanking part, too."

"I don't know what the hell that was about."

"Me, either, but I liked it."

I fucked Jeri for thirty minutes, spanked both of them, each of them cumming once during the spanking, then fucked Laura. Talk about messy faces when we were finished.

******

Since Laura was going to Tacoma with me, I only used Jeri in the morning. Jeri took a shower after our sex and started putting on her clothes for work.

"You can forget the bra and panties, slave," I said, when she started to put them on.

She looked at the rest of the clothes she had. She held up her blouse. "Master, this blouse is translucent. I can't be showing my patients my boobs. It would be unprofessional. Also, the skirt is somewhat short. I can't be flashing my pussy either."

"So flashing your panties is okay, but not your beaver. Interesting."

"I don't flash my panties either, at least not intentionally, Master."

"Well as to the blouse issue, do you have a jacket you can wear over those scrumptious knockers?"

"Not with me, Sir."

"Why don't you check with Laura and see if you can borrow a camisole or jacket that fits you, because your tits will be unfettered. As to your short skirt, I guess you'll have to be very careful today."

Jeri and Laura went digging through Laura's things and found a silk camisole in roughly the same color as her blouse. It would provide coverage for her nipples and areolae, but not prevent a delightful wobble beneath.

When she was dressed, and it was sexy as hell, but not scandalous, I asked Laura to get my collar that was removed when Roxanne put Laura in hers. She went into a drawer and got it and I buckled the collar around Jeri's neck.

"You can remove this when you finish work," I said, "but it stays on until then."

"What do I tell my office manager?"

"Tell her whatever you want. Tell her it's a fashion statement."

"It doesn't even color match my outfit."

"Not my problem, slave. One more item to wear today, Jeri, a Lush vibrator. I will insert this in your pussy and at random intervals during the day, it will be turned on for a minimum of five minutes, to a maximum of ten. You will always have at least fifteen minutes before it starts again. You'll never know when it will come on. No one will hear it, but your reactions may be visible. I suggest you develop a couple quick excuses you might throw out if someone questions your reaction. You can remove it after work, and return it after Laura returns in about a week.

"I have one more task for you today. Are you seeing Tom?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What time?"

"He's picking me up after work and we're going out to supper, Master."

"I want you to give him a public blow job. It doesn't have to be on the street, but could be in your office with your secretary still there, in the car as he's driving, in the restaurant underneath a table cloth, but it needs to be somewhere you could be seen or caught by someone. Just as you had to lick Becca at the Can Can and Cheryl saw you.

"I expect doing so will make you aroused, like getting your clothes while naked last night made you want to fuck. Of course, the Lush will be doing the same thing all day. I imagine you'll want to jump Tom anyway. Will you do that?"

"It will be after my slavey is over, Sir."

"Which is why I'm asking you if you'll comply, not ordering you. If you expected to see him at lunch, I'd order you to blow him in your office. I'm asking nicely."

"I'll do it, sir."

"Thank you. I believe I've thought of a way to cuckold Tom without him automatically ending his relationship to you, even if he's not a cuckold."

"What's that, Master?"

"Have you told him I've fucked your mother, or that your father is a cuckold and may not be your father?"

"No, sir."

"Then the excuse will be that you made a bet with me that I couldn't fuck your mother or get your father to suck my cock. You will lose, because both of those things will happen when I fuck your mother again. You'll even have a brief recording of it as proof. Because you lost, you have to submit to me as my personal slave for one week, in your house, during a week off. We won't have this bet until after you become exclusive. I will fuck you multiple times, in front on him, if he stays to watch, and I will prohibit you from having any sex with him during that week, unless I permit it, and I will only permit it if I'm there. I will treat you as I have during the last several hours, feeding you, fondling you, undressing and dressing you. Unless he is a cuckold, that will be the end of it, and he'll have every expectation for your future fidelity, but if he is a willing cuckold, we'll then continue our sexual relationship in front of him, including me breeding you like your mother was.

"He can fuck you, then I'll fuck you, and he can do his utmost to lick and suck all my cum out of you, then fuck you twice, and then I'll fuck you again, continuing like that through your entire fertile cycle. Except of course, you know how often I can fuck and probably guess how often he can. I suspect, he won't be able to fuck you twice as much as I do. I anticipate an eighty percent chance you'll raise my child, and not his, about opposite the odds your dad is your father. He could end up the father, or I probably would. Only a DNA test will tell for sure. Every time you want another child, I'll be fucking you too."

"God, sir, I need you to fuck me again," Jeri said, shivering.

"No, slave, but I will finger you to an orgasm now, as I put the Lush in."

"Do it, sir. Finger fuck me."

Jeri popped off in thirty seconds she was so excited, so I added a second, then slipped the Lush inside her incredibly wet cunt. That almost made her orgasm a third time. I kissed her before she left.

"Is she as submissive as I am, Sir?" Laura asked as she drove off.

"I don't know, but it does raise questions, doesn't it."

"Yes, Sir."

"Since I'll be driving and paying attention to Tracy when we get to Tacoma, I'm going to put you in charge of Jeri's Lush. Before you start playing with her, remind her she needs to have permission to cum." Laura grinned. "But you will give her permission; she just needs to ask first."

"Ah, Sir; you're taking all the fun out of it."

"Not all the fun, but she is working, so I don't want her to be too obvious if she has a patient."

"Yes, Sir."

I handed her my open phone. "Warn her now before she gets to work."

"Yes, Sir."

Laura sent out a fast text. She got the shit emoji back, along with a 'Yes, Master.'

******

We left around ten for the Mainquist's. From Laura's to their house was about an hour. On the way there, I got a call from Cheryl.

"I wanted to let you know, you're going to be a father for the third time. My test came out positive."

"Thank you for telling me."

"I wanted to let you know that I'm looking into doing more fucking with other men now that I'm pregnant. Becca and Jacob and Jamaal and I are going on a double date on Monday night. I'm going to explore the idea of having sex with Jamaal. Theoretically, this is another swap. Jacob gets to fuck Becca if I get to fuck Jamaal."

"Okay, is Jacob all in with this proposal? Becca too for that matter."

"Both are okay with the proposal, but I'm going to be a little deceptive this time with Becca's help. Jacob is going to get me ready for my date with Jamaal, you know, shaving me, picking out my clothes. Becca is going to come down with a headache after our date and not want sex. That's the deceptive part. She'll be fine. Naturally, since Becca is bowing out, I will offer to bow out as well. I want to see if Jacob will ask me to have sex with Jamaal anyway while he watches. If he does, without getting anything in return, I'm thinking he lies somewhere on the cuckold spectrum, and I'm going to start exploring that. I'll see if he's perfectly willing for me to have sex with other men in the future without getting his own sex out of the deal."

I was about to pull much the same thing on Tom Hathaway with the help of Jeri. Deceptive or not, Jacob would have a choice. Once Becca pulled out and Cheryl offered to pull out, the thing could end with him thinking it was nothing more than a missed opportunity, which they'd look at again in the future. If he wanted Jamaal to fuck Cheryl anyway, then engaged in typical cuckold behavior by licking her pussy clean or sperm competition by fucking her in her cum filled cunt, he was probably a cuckold, and that relationship could be explored, exactly as I intended to explore cuckolding Tom.

"Be careful, and don't end up in a divorce because you're fucking around. I don't think the deception is that horrible to test out Jacob's response, but don't you fucking cheat on him. If he says no, live with it."

"I will. I don't want to endanger my marriage. I just believe Jacob is a cuckold, and I want to check it out. If he's not, he's not, and I won't push him, or, if I want sex with other men, I'll let him fuck other women, but I'd prefer him to be like Phillip is, satisfied with watching me have sex with other men, but minding the store."

"Let me know how it works out."

"I will."

I ended the call and told Laura I was going to be a father for the third time. She was playing with Jeri's Lush, but wished me congratulations.

"She's asking permission to cum, Master," Laura laughed. "I gave her permission."

Before we got there, I got a call from Karen. "I'm going to be doing an overnight at Seatac tomorrow night. Mostly, it's every Saturday night. Any chance for a good fucking? I've stopped my birth control, but I'm not fertile. I want to take some vacation time so you can breed me. When can we do that?"

"When are you supposed to be fertile next?"

"In two weeks."

"I understand it takes a while for the birth control hormones to clear your system. It's probably best if we wait for the next one. I should be done with my current breeding then. Did Greg fuck you twice when you watched the movie with him, then eat his cum out of you?"

"He fucked me twice, and he probably could have fucked me twice more, but I wouldn't let him because you now own my pussy and two were all you said he could have. Then he licked his cum out. I haven't let him fuck me since, although I've let him lick my pussy every day I see him. I think he's dying for you to breed me. He's watched the movie almost every night since, but he can only masturbate while he watches it. I won't let him touch me when he's thinking about you fucking me as he doesn't deserve to touch me with his minuscule cock while he's watching me fuck yours."

"Oh, yeah, he's a dyed in the wool cuckold, Karen," Laura said. "You can now fuck anyone you want and Greg will eat it up."

"Since I now own your pussy, I might tell you to fuck another man and make Greg watch. We'll discuss that when I see you. Have you had your medical tests yet?"

"I've had the tests, but don't have the results yet."

"We'll have to use a condom then. When you get in, take a taxi and I'll cover the cost for you. Are you ready to copy down the address?"

"Yes."

I read off the address from the Nav system and she copied it down.

"I'm so looking forward to seeing you again, Brick. My panties are so wet right now, just thinking about it."

"I'm looking forward to it as well. Be safe."

Talk about an opportunity just falling into my lap.

******

The Mainquists lived in a palatial home of around 5000 square feet under air, with another 1500 square feet devoted to the four car garage, and screened in lanai. The home sat on ten acres of waterfront land along the Colvos Passage between Gig Harbor and Maplewood. Rodney hadn't been joking when he said he had money. He had four full time servants living on the property to take care of the house, two maids and a cook, and a nanny for the children. The two maids and nanny looked eminently fuckable to me, and as they were living on the property, I assumed were unmarried. One of the maids appeared to be Asian, one Hispanic. The nanny or au pair, Caucasian.

The house was divided into two sides, separated by the kitchen, dining room, living room and family room. The children's side, where the children and servants slept, and the adult side, where Rodney and Tracy slept in different rooms, and they had three other bedrooms for adult guests. Rodney's was small, Tracy's fit with the rest of the house, palatial, and it had the largest bed I'd ever seen, which Rodney informed me was an Alaskan King Size. Laura was assigned to one of the guest bedrooms. I was given space in the master bedroom with Tracy, where one of the maids put my clothes away. Rodney also pointed out his office, where he worked naked, and a fully appointed BDSM dungeon and gym, where Tracy was currently working out with a personal trainer. Good, I could maintain my workouts, even if my ribs did hurt like hell.

Rodney was explaining the rules of the house.

"Sir, you may dress however you wish on this side of the house, including naked," Rodney said, "and this applies to Miss Laura as well. In fact, Mistress Tracy would prefer she remain naked on this side of the house, since she is submissive. There is a closet right before you enter the rest of the house where she make keep some clothing items including some type of robe for entering the rest of the house. The living room, family room, kitchen and dining room are clothing optional after eight PM and before six AM. The children will be kept in their side of the house between those hours, so you wouldn't inadvertently expose yourselves to them. The servants know that we or our guests may be naked after eight, and make allowances. You must be clothed in the children's and servant's wing all the time, and in the public areas between six AM and eight PM."

"There are parties held around once a month after eight PM for Dominants and submissives. The submissives usually wait on the Dominants, so we don't need to use the servants. There is one of these parties scheduled for next Friday night, sir. If you want your submissive well fucked, one of those parties is the place to do it."

"She's not really my submissive, but I am looking after her for the moment while her Mistress is out of town. She'd probably agree to her slave being well used. I'd want her fuckings recorded for her husband's enjoyment. Would that be a problem?"

"You should address that with individual members, sir, but if it's only to be used for her husband to watch and then disposed of immediately, there shouldn't be an issue."

"Are you well used at those parties, Rodney?"

"Frequently, sir, though never with my cock uncaged. My mouth and ass are often used. May I asked how you hurt your ribs, sir?"

"The husband of one of my breeders."

"I thought you sought the permission of the husbands before breeding a wife, sir?"

"I do. Unlike you, Rodney, he doesn't really enjoy the thought of his wife fucking other men, though he surrendered the right to breed her to me, because he was injured. He might have been leaning towards being suicidal because of his injuries and inability to procreate with her. I had to provoke him into attacking me to prove to him he was still a man who deserved his wife. He was a former special forces soldier, and mopped the floor with me before his parents stopped him from stomping my head in, despite not having full use of his right arm."

"You, sir? You look more than fit."

"Strong doesn't equate to trained to kill. I might have been able to put up more of a fight, but I didn't want to hurt him or his wife. It was over in about five seconds anyway, once he chose to act."

"Will you be able to fuck Mistress, sir?"

"I can lie on my back and let her mount me, or fuck kneeling or standing. Missionary might be out of the question for awhile. Anything that minimizes motion to my ribs is fine. I'm lucky it was only one rib. By the way, Rodney, it was just confirmed for me today, I've conceived my third child with a breeder. I should have no issues breeding your wife."

"That is good news, sir. I'd like to introduce you both to the children so they know who you are and that you'll be staying with us a few weeks."

"By all means."

Rodney led us to a playroom on the opposite side of the house where two boys were playing, one a little younger than five, the other around three. There paternity was not questionable, both of them obviously fathered by black men. When they saw Rodney, they both ran up to him, practically leaping on him.

"Daddy, Daddy," the youngest one shrieked, holding his arms out to be picked up. Rodney immediate picked him up and blew a raspberry on his neck, causing the child to merrily laugh and squirm.

"Hello, munchkins. How are you this morning?"

"Good, Daddy," the oldest one said. "We were just playing."

"I wanted to introduce you to some friends of Mommy and Daddy. This nice man is named Bryce, and the lady is named Laura. They'll be staying here for a little while, so you'll see them often around the house. My eldest is named Franklin, and this squirmy worm is Jeremy." He blew raspberries again, causing Jeremy to squeal and laugh once more.

I squatted down and stuck my hand out to Franklin. "You can call me Brick. All of my friends do."

"Do you play?" Franklin asked.

"Sometimes, although I hurt my ribs, so I might have to limit myself to things like hide and seek, or board games like Chutes and Ladders, so I don't hurt them worse."