Marci

"Put your seat all the way down." I told him.

As he did I slipped my panties off and took his cock out.

"I want you in me now."

I straddled him and sunk down on his rod, it was just what he needed and I knew just what I wanted. He needed his confidence back and I wanted the husband that I had married. I think we both got what we wanted that night by the side of the road.

Jack

That night, after the bachelor party, I came to realize that Marci had not betrayed me nor had my daughters prostituted themselves. It was true, that in a sense, they were workers in the sex industry but they were not whores and I could live with that. We had to replace the girls when the fall came so I hired two girls to help Marci. Well, hired was not really true, we paid them minimum wages with the understanding that they would be the strippers and work for tips. They could also keep any tips they got from lap dancing or whoring. We would provide the private rooms and they seemed to do very well. So well indeed, with both the men's and women's parties, that we had to refurbish more rooms. We were now running a hot sheet hotel. Over time we began to get a widespread reputation in the sex business, we even got investigated by the local legal authorities. I was able to point out that that since we were not soliciting, promoting or engaging in prostitution nothing illegal was going on. One day I got a request from an organization who had heard of our reputation and they wanted to use our facilities for a convention next year. I got a caterer to agree to refurbish the dining facilities for the exclusive rights to host any parties we had that wanted food and drink service and to run a restaurant if he so chose. We now had a full service hotel. Sex really, really, did sell.

Four year rolled by in no time. The girls were finished with college and although Marci was still busy with her party business, she was doing less of the demonstrating. That pleased me no end. Our life was good again until we met John Hamilton at our first BDSM convention. I should say until Marci met him, I only became acquainted with him until after it was too late. He is an extraordinary personality. Women seem to be drawn to him like moths to a flame and they meet the same fate. They are destroyed. I don't mean physically, but rather changed so much mentally, that they are never the same. That is what happened to Marci and then to my two girls.

Marci

I was circulating at the first BDSM convention at our hotel, marveling at the costumes and activities of our guests. They were a wild bunch. As much as we had been in the sex business we had never touched on this aspect of it. I was curious as to how I might include it in our presentations. I watched male Doms control their slaves and females Doms do the same. There was a sexual tension in the air the whole time. To watch the submissives accept their discipline was a very erotic spectacle and some of the Doms, both male and female, were very beautiful people. I was drawn to one man in particular. I heard several people address him as Master John and I hung around on the periphery of the group to eavesdrop. He eventually noticed me and invited me into the group surrounding him. He said,

"I notice you are not wearing any fetish attire."

"No. Actually my husband and I own this hotel and I am here just to make sure that everything is going smoothly." he replied,

"You must be the Marci I have heard so much about."

"I am Marci and I am curious to hear what you heard. He asked,

"Is there somewhere private where we can talk?"

"Sure I replied," and I led him to one of the unused guest rooms.

We sat opposite each other at a small table in the room and as he began to speak I looked at him. He was a magnificent man, broad shouldered, slim hipped, and handsome. It was his eyes that got to me. They seemed to caress me as he spoke; they seemed to undress me as his words flowed over me. Everything about him seemed hypnotic and yet arousing. I can't remember a word about what he was saying but my nipples got hard and I was wet.

I snapped out of it when I heard him say,

"You are a very beautiful woman Marci."

"Thank you." was the only reply I could manage.

"I would very much like to own you."

"I already have a husband that I love very much."

"I don't want to love you. I want to own you. You can keep your husband. I want your body and you are going to give it to me when I want it."

"Why do you want me?"

"Because you are beautiful. Because I want you and because I can have you."

"Why do you think you can have me."

"Your nipples are telling me and I can smell your arousal. Your pussy is soaked."

He was right. I was squirming in my chair and I wanted to cum.

"Please." I said,

"Please what?"

"Please don't do this to me."

"Don't do what to you?"

"Don't treat me like this."

"Treat you like what?"

"Don't treat me like a slut."

"But you are my dear. Look at yourself squirming there in your chair. You want to cum. Your nipples are almost popping out of your bra and your panties are soaked through. I know you want to cum now."

"Nooooooo. Yyyyyyesssssssssssssss."

"Not until you tell me what you are."

"Nooooooooo. Please."

"What are you?"

"Noooooooo. I I I am a slut," and I came.

Sitting in my chair, in my hotel, without touching my self, I soaked my panties, my dress and my chair. It was a bone rattling experience. When I came down to earth I heard the command,

"Stand up slut." I stood up. I had no control of myself.

"You are not only a slut. You are a dirty slut. Your dress is filthy wet. Take it off, your wet panties too."

I stood there wearing only my bra. I watched his eyes examining me, I felt like he was fucking me.

"Touch yourself. Rub your clitie for me ."

"Noooooooooo I can't."

"Do it slut."

Why did my hand go between my thighs? Why did my legs open? Why did I obey him? I rubbed my clit. It was the most sensitive it has ever been. I moaned and I rubbed.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please may I cum?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"I don't know. I just know I have to ask."

"Do you know what my name is?"

"John Hamilton?"

"Close, but not right."

"Master John?"

"Very close."

"John?."

"No.

"Master?"

"Good now ask me properly."

"Master may I cum?"

"Yes my slut. Do it for me. Cum hard."

I did, I came hard, so hard I fell right into his out stretched arms. I was babbling incoherently. I had never felt such an orgasm. I think I fainted.

When I regained my senses, I found myself kneeling between his thighs. We were both nude and my head was against his shoulder. I could feel his hard cock against my upper belly. He was whispering in my ear,

"You came twice for me. You called me Master. You let me control you and you obeyed me. Do you have any doubts about how I can do as I wish with you?"

What had he done to me? I had no idea but I realized that he was right and I wanted more.

"No, I have no doubts."

He reached around me and slapped my ass, hard.

"OOwwwwwwwwwww," I cried.

"I thought I just taught you how to address me."

"No Master, I have no doubts."

He leaned forward gathered me to him and kissed me and I surrendered to him when his tongue invaded my mouth. He lifted me like I was a feather and sat me on his knees facing him, my legs straddling his, and his hands went to my ass.

"I am going to pull you towards me and as I do you are going to take my cock in your hands and guide it into your cunt."

I had no doubts about what I was going to do. I was going to obey him. I knew what he wanted. He wanted my complete surrender, he wanted me to give myself to him and he knew I was going to do it. As he pulled be towards himself, I grasped his cock and tilted it down, I even rose up a bit and took him into me. My face fell to his shoulder and I moaned as I settled tightly on to him.

"Do you belong to me slut?"

"Yes Master. I belong to you. I am your slut."

And so I committed myself to another man, a man who was not my husband. He fucked me then, or rather I should say I fucked him since I was on top. I used my body every way I knew to get him off as I whispered of my devotion to him in his ear. When he finally came, I came with him. Between the two of us there was a flood that drenched the chair and the floor. He had me clean his cock and thighs with my mouth and my tongue then he dressed and left with a short kiss and the comment that he would be in touch with me. I had no way to contact him. I had to find a maid's smock in the linen closet, sneak up to my office where I had another dress and the return to the convention.

Jack

I wandered the convention floor making sure everything was going smoothly. I knew Marci was doing the same. I checked the girls running the sex toy shop and they were doing a land office business. Everything was going well even the caterer was happy, we were all making money. When I finally looked for Marci I couldn't find her, then I got distracted for a while. When I settled that problem I finally saw her across the room and I saw that she had changed her dress. When I got her I said,

"I see you changed. What happened?"

"Oh, some creep spilled his drink on me. I knew I had this dress in my office so I went up and changed."

"I see. It looks like this convention is going very well."

"Yes it seems so. We make a lot of money on this one. I hope they come back next year."

Just then a tall good looking guy came up to us. Marci looked a little startled and said.

"Hello MMMr. Hamilton. This I my husband, Jack Thompson, Jack this is John Hamilton. I met him earlier tonight."

"Hello Mr. Hamilton. Pleased to meet you."

As we shook hands I took the measure of the guy. He was just too good looking and too sure of himself. I guess arrogant would be the right word. I noted the stutter when she introduced him and I also noticed a certain tension about her. Was I experiencing the same doubts I had about her when she first went into business?

"Please call me John. I think we can all be friends here."

We exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes and promised to meet for dinner tomorrow night at the conclusion of the convention.

On the way home that night said to Marci,

"How did you meet that guy today?"

"I was circulating checking to see if all was going well. Then I stopped to listen to a conversation he was having with some women. They seemed very attracted to him."

"How about you, were you too?" Jack asked

"Was I what?"

"Attracted to him."

"Come on Jack. How can you say that?"

"You seemed a little nervous around him."

"Jack you are being ridiculous. Stop this now."

So I stopped. I had nothing to go on besides a gut feeling but I knew I had to be on the alert.

Marci

I almost died when Jack started questioning me about Master. Good grief I even think of him as my Master. How did he do this to me? Why am I wet when I think of him? Anyway I returned to the hotel after lunch with the twins to resume my supervision. They went to help out in the store and later I stopped in to see how good business was. While I was there Master stopped in.

"Hello Mr. Hamilton."

"You may call me John." Just the way he said it made me know it was allowed only in public. "Who are these lovely twins?"

My heart sank as I saw the way he was looking at them.

"These are my daughters. They just graduated from college."

"They don't look like you or your husband."

"Actually they are stepdaughters but I raised them since they were twelve and I love them like they are my own."

"Why don't we go somewhere so I can talk to them privately and get to know them better?"

"But....."

"No buts. Just take us to one of the rooms."

I did as commanded and led the three of them to an empty conference room. We sat around the table and he started to talk to us. Again I can't remember what he said until I heard,

"Marci, stand up." I stood and I saw the twins standing in front of him, naked.

"Get naked just like the girls."

My clothes dropped to the floor.

"What are you Marci?"

"I am a slut, Master"

"Whose slut are you?"

"I am your slut Master."

"Did you hear that girls?"

"Yes Master," they chorused.

"Are you sluts and do you belong to me like your mother."

"Yes Master, we are sluts and we belong to you."

"Then each one of you crawl to me, kiss my cock, and then suck on it to show your devotion."

All three of us dropped to our knees, crawled, kissed and sucked.

"Marci, stand up, straddle my legs, with your back to me and sit on my cock. I did as instructed and as I sat on that heavenly instrument I came. He told me,

"You came without permission. You will pay for that."

I didn't care. It was just too good.

"Girls stand on each side of her and suck on her tits."

I felt their lips on my nipples and I was transported. I was squeezing his cock with my cunt, trying to make him cum.

"Marci put your fingers in their cunts and make them cum when I tell you to cum."

We worked on each other trying to hold off until we got permission. It was almost impossible. Each of us was trusting and pumping on the intruding objects begging Master for permission until finally it came. All four of us exploded in simultaneous climaxes amidst a chorus of screams and cries.

"Jane, lick your mother clean. Jill, you do the same for me."

"Marci, you and the girls and your husband will join me for dinner tonight. I want all three of you in cocktail dresses, stockings and high heels. No underwear. Go now and be back for the cocktail hour."

"Yes Master. Come on girls get dressed, we have work to do."

We left and went down to complete our work at the convention.

Jack

Marci and the girls came home in the late afternoon and immediately showered and started to dress for dinner. I watched my wife as she showered and shaved her legs and pussy. She always kept it trimmed but I never saw her pussy shaved. She looked like a little girl except for her tits. I noticed her nipples were erect the whole time. I now knew something was going on but I didn't know what. She sat naked as she put on her makeup and I couldn't help but walk up behind her and cup her breasts. She looked so sexy.

"Not now Jack, we have to get to the cocktail hour on time. I want to be there when it starts. If we can get this convention every year we will be in the chips."

I couldn't argue with her on that one so I went and got dressed myself. I waited downstairs for the three of them and watched as they descended. Each one of them was breathtaking; Marci with her dark beauty contrasting with the girl's blonde blonde loveliness." I was very proud that they were my family.

Marci

We got there just as the first guests were arriving and within a half hour the room was filled. We saw every kind of fetish you could imagine. There were many beautiful people and many more that were not so good looking but everyone was having a good time. The girls and it were on edge until at last Master showed up. He made a grand entrance; his good looks making everyone take notice. He walked up to us, kissing each of us on the cheek and shaking Jack's hand. He said,

"I have ordered dinner to be served in my room, so let's go there now."

All four of us dutifully followed him there and when we entered he offered us drinks. When we sat down he started to speak and the next thing I knew, I heard him say,

"Marci, stand up and strip."

As I complied saw my naked daughters on their knees holding their elbows behind their backs. Jack, my poor husband, was sitting naked on a chair against the wall. He was holding his hard cock in his hand.

"Marci, you see I own your whole family now."

"Yes I can see that. What have you done to us?"

He slapped my tit--hard

"Have you forgotten your manners?"

"I'm sorry Master. I was just so surprised to see Jack like this."

"He belongs to me now Just as you do."

"But why Master, Why all of us?"

"First, because I can and second, because I wanted you and the girls and I didn't want any trouble from him."

"Come here in to my arms. I want you to kiss me and show your husband how much you love and obey me."

As I put my arms around his neck and stretched to kiss him, I heard Master say,

"Jack, watch your slut wife give herself to me."

The words cut through me like a knife but the slut in me took over and I greedily gave him an open mouthed kiss. I rubbed my belly against his rampant cock and my tits against his chest. I was the consummate slut wife. I glanced at Jack and I saw his hand stroking his cock even as I saw the pain in his eyes. I was moaning and humping Master's leg.

"Please fuck me Master," I begged.

"Not yet bitch," he replied. "Kneel." was the command, and I did with my arms behind me, just like the twins.

He walked over to them and stood in front of Jane.

"Make love to my cock." she unwound her arms and gripped his cock in both hands and started stroking as she kissed the tip. She licked from his balls to the crown and then tried to get her tongue into the slit where some precum was oozing. She tried to make him cum but his control was too good. Then he pushed her away and went to Jill for a repeat performance. She was just as good and equally unsuccessful. Then he went and stood in front of Jack.

"Did you see what I did with my sluts?"

I saw his struggle before he said,

"Yes Master."

"You know I own them now and I own you too."

"Yes Master."

My heart was breaking for him yet I knew there was nothing neither he nor I could do.

"Do you give me your wife and daughters to be my sluts and whores?"

Jack was crying now but he replied,

"Yes Master."

"Then suck on my cock and become my slut too." and Jack sucked.

Jack

We got to John's room and after we sat he offered us drinks, then he began to talk. The next thing I heard was,

"Jack, get naked." I stood up and stripped.

"Do you know why you took off your clothes?"

"You told me to strip."

"Do you know why you obeyed me?"

"Because I wanted to?"

"Yes, you did want to because I am your Master and you will always address as such."

"Yes Master I will."

"I want you to watch while I take your wife and your daughters. I want you to see how they give themselves to me.

Marci, standup and strip."

I watched her stand and strip and wondered why she did as she was told. I then realized that I was sitting in a chair, naked, holding my erect cock. I heard every thing they said and even saw him slap her tit. I heard him say he owned all of us and watched as she stretched to kiss him and rub herself against him. My heart was breaking but all I could do was sit there and stroke my cock. I heard her beg for him to fuck her and he rejected her and walked to the girls. I watched them make love to his cock, my beautiful daughters acting like cheap whores. He then came to me and asked if I saw what he did and I couldn't help myself as I said,

"Yes Master"

He told me he owned them and he owned me and asked if I gave them to him. I was crying but I said,

"Master I give my wife and my daughters to you."

Then he told me I was his slut too and suck his cock to show them what I was. When he came in my mouth he told me to swallow it and I did. I looked at my wife and daughters expecting to see disgust and disappointment instead all I saw was envy and desire. They wanted to be the ones to receive his discharge. I had lost my first wife to another man and it had almost broken me and now I was giving my second wife and my daughters to another. I didn't know why, but it made me feel good and that he deserved them.

I watched him that night as he fucked each woman in my family and I had to suck his cock clean after each one. He destroyed my manhood when he forbade me to ever fuck my wife. We could make love and she could jerk me off or suck me dry but her pussy was his from now on and I was never to enter it with my cock. I could get her off with my tongue or my fingers or any of her toys but my cock was off limits.