Mated to the Pack Ch. 27

Then, Master whipped Lenore, thirty on her back and thirty on her front. She was amazed when she climaxed from Master's whipping, not expecting it at all, and not asking for permission either. We had to get in a sixty-nine and entertain our guests for the next half hour giving each other orgasms. Lenore was really getting good at this pussy licking business. I had no complaints at all.

The two male wolves, Gretchen and Ingrid left after that, although Quinn said he'd see us later, but didn't go any further with an explanation of when or where. Master had an early job tomorrow, having to get up at three, so he went to bed soon after supper. He said that Brigitte was going to be in charge of us tomorrow while he was gone, and to obey her as we would him. Master removed my collar since my weekend of submission was over.

"Another Dominant designee, Pet. You should get used to obeying any Dominant, regardless of their sex. You'll be going shopping tomorrow morning for some slutty clothes for you to wear out to dinner. Jessica will know what I like my sluts to wear. You can also get something to hold your boobs while you run, so you don't need to use Ace bandages anymore. It's my expense, so don't worry about the cost."

"Yes, Master."

"I'd like you two to fuck each other to at least ten more orgasms tonight. You can ask questions of each other regarding Dominance and submission, or anything else you want to know about each other or talk about. When you're done pleasuring each other, you may come to bed with me, but don't wake me."

"Yes, sir," we both replied. "I'll need to get some things out of the bedroom, Sean," I added.

"Come get it then, Jessica."

I got a vibrating Feeldoe I'd often used with Brigitte or Alicia, plus a double headed dildo and took Lenore to one of the spare bedrooms, farther away from my husband than most. I inserted the Feeldoe in me first, turned it on and started to fuck Pet. As much as we'd had sex, we hadn't kissed at all, so I did my best to suck her tonsils out as I fucked her. She hesitated at first, wondering if we should be so obviously making love, instead of just fucking.

"Are you really telling me you'd rather be kissing my pussy or asshole instead of my lips?" I asked her.

She laughed and replied, "When you put it that way, I guess that is kind of foolish."

Pet got into it after that, and since the toy vibrated in my pussy as well as hers, we both had over a half dozen orgasms before I'd finished with her.

We were both breathing hard when I finished. We were lying in a loose embrace, limbs entangled when I asked, "Have you ever met Sean's parents?"

"Several times. Why do you ask?"

"Before we got married, he found out his Mom was submissive to his father. It started after he moved out of the house."

"How did he take it?" Pet asked.

"We'd already started some of our play, doing it once a month at the time. Master was fairly tentative at first, not really comfortable, and not getting into it the way he does now. Seeing his mother and dad doing it, made him more at ease with the idea of being Dominant, and he got a lot better at it. It certainly freaked him out, though, when he saw my father fingering his mother to an orgasm, and vice versa."

"How did you both get into it?"

"I'm naturally submissive, I think. I've always been turned on by masculine, self-assured men. I used to submit to Quinn, before I met Sean. When I determined I had no long term future with Quinn, I wanted to look for someone different. Quinn helped me to find Sean and encouraged me to date him. I think because Sean knew I was Quinn's submissive, he sort of had to try it himself, but like I said, not too sure of himself and if he was doing the right thing. I think he felt a little like a pervert doing Dominant things to me. After he knew his Dad and Mom did it, it became more acceptable."

"Why didn't you stay with Quinn?"

"We're too incompatible on a basic level."

"What level is that?" Lenore laughed. "The guy is a god; a sex god if nothing else."

"If you become a breeder, you'll find out. I can't tell you before then."

"When did your parents start Dominance/submission? Is that why you were interested in it?"

"I did it first. We made a road trip shortly after my first four friends became surrogates and got pregnant with me. We all worked at Bath Iron Works as engineers, and the economy tanked at the same time as tensions eased with Russia and China. We all needed the money. I would have needed to declare bankruptcy within three months. We were all in the same boat, pardon the pun, and decided to do it together. We were all pregnant and went to visit our families. At my parent's, I was slutted out in front of them, and my mom wanted to try it too, so Quinn put her in submission, then Brigitte did my dad, and they found out they enjoyed it, but Dad was more Dominant than submissive, so Quinn trained him to Dominate Mom, and my Dad actually trained Master, although he's still learning. He'd never whipped me before tonight. He's actually kind of a natural, once he decided it was okay."

"When did your dad get Brigitte pregnant?"

"When they came on a trip to Maine shortly after I'd had my first breeding. Brigitte can't use normal birth control and Conor and Mom were fucking, and so were Dad and Brigitte. She thought she'd stopped having sex soon enough not to get pregnant. Turns out my Dad was more potent than she thought."

"It didn't cause problems for them?"

"They'd agreed to have extramarital sex together, so there was no blaming each other for an accident. My Mom couldn't have any more children after I was born. I guess there was damage. They decided they could raise the child together."

"Why doesn't Brigitte do more?"

"She can't. Something else that's a bit of a secret. Did you know Sean was adopted?"

"No, he never told me. I guess I should have guessed. He's so much darker than either of his parents."

"Part Native American," I agreed. "Why did you and Sean break up?"

"You're not going to believe this," Lenore said. "You're going to laugh."

"Try me?"

"I thought he was a little too vanilla in the bedroom."

She was right. I laughed. "Please explain," I said. "I have to hear this."

"Don't get me wrong. The sex was good. I had an orgasm every time we had sex, even more than one, if I'm honest, but it was too predictable. He'd go down on me, he was good about that. Oral sex was not one of his failings, but then we'd migrate to the missionary position, where we finished up. And it was early to bed most nights, kind of like tonight, except not quite that early, so there'd be less night life than I wanted. And, he was frugal, saving up for that second boat he wanted. That went into the toilet, when the economy soured, but he didn't want to spend the money anyway, in case he needed it. I understood, but it was the whole combination of things."

"Did you talk to him about the sex?"

"Hell no. Would you want to tell someone they were a little boring in bed?"

"Can't say I would, but look at you now. Nothing boring about the present, is there?"

"God, no. How did you break him out of the rut?"

"There wasn't really a rut to get into. I was like seven months pregnant with my first surrogate baby when we met, so missionary was out of the question from the start. Having to maneuver around a pregnant belly takes some finagling. Then around our fourth date, I told him I wanted to keep having sex with a few women, and if he was okay with that, he could fuck them too, and I'd never say a word about it. About the fifth or sixth time I had sex with him was a threesome with Alicia. It was the first time I had sex with her too, so that was a pretty wild night. Kind of hard going to vanilla after that, because there's very few good ways to do the missionary position with two women and make it work."

"Okay, I can see why there wasn't a rut. And you really don't mind him having sex with me?"

"Less so this time than last time. You treated me pretty shitty on the whole. I like you more when you're like this, having to give me at least ten orgasms before you can go to sleep. I just don't feel there's anything that can break Sean and me up, barring death, as long as we're honest with each other, and continue to love each other, no matter what we do sexually with other people."

"If he'd been like this when I was dating him, you'd never have gotten your claws into him."

"That's fair, but maybe if you'd said he was a boring bedmate, he would have fixed it, so I'm not too sorry for you."

"That's fair too. What sexually deviant trick are you going to show me now?"

"Do you know what tribbing is?"

"Nope."

"Tribbing is what lesbians do when they're tired of licking each other, or maybe having their period. It's rubbing your genitals together, often called scissoring. It's especially fun when you've got one end of one of these in you at the same time." I showed her the double headed dong.

"That does look as if it could be fun. Let's try it."

We had another half dozen orgasms tribbing, and because it was a busy day of sex, we joined Sean in bed and went to sleep. To avoid disturbing him, Lenore and I snuggled with each other instead of Sean.

******

I barely woke up as Master got up for work. I had to drag Lenore out of bed again, but she was glad she didn't have to run outside. We went downstairs since it was raining and worked out there. I hoped Sean wasn't having a bad time of it out on the ocean. Since we weren't outside, all of us were naked.

"Why are you working out every day?" Lenore asked.

"If I'm going to be pregnant all the time, I want to get back into shape as quickly as possible or I'll end up a fat blob. It's easier to get back in shape if you're in shape before you start."

"Hurry up," Brigitte said. "We have to go shopping. More work, less gab. Pet, on the treadmill. Jessica, sparring. It's been awhile."

We did a brisk forty-five minutes of back and forth, attack and parry, without rest to get the cardio we needed, in addition to the self defense. Pet managed to get three miles on the treadmill, although she walked half of it. Still, it was about a 1/2 mile more she was running than a couple days ago. We took a quick shower, dressed, and piled into the SUV for the trip to Portland.

Pet was dressed in the clothes she arrived in, less underwear. "I can't go shopping dressed like this," she complained.

"For that whine, you have to expose yourself to someone," Brigitte said. "Do you have any more complaints or would you like to walk through the store naked?"

Pet shut up. On the way, she whispered, "Have you ever gone out like this?"

"Dressed more provocatively than that, and with Master leading me around on a leash. Don't be surprised if he does the same to you. One day, Quinn took me somewhere with a transparent blouse with pasties covering my nipples, and temporary tattoos that said 'Slut' on my breast, and 'I don't know who the father of my child is', on my pregnant belly. They could be read through the blouse."

"Why would you allow him to do that?"

"Because I wasn't at home, hundreds of miles away, and it didn't make any difference what people would think of me, because I'd never see them again. Another time, we were in a room at a restaurant that was closed to the rest of the place, but had a big glass window that people could see into. Mom and I had to expose our boobs to the other guests across the table, although we weren't visible to the other patrons because our backs were towards them. The three waiters and waitresses who waited on us did though. Mom and I had the Lush toys in our pussies and we had to ask for permission to cum. This was just after Mom and Dad decided to move to Maine, so people who knew them saw Mom walk into the restaurant on a leash, and one of the waitresses serving us had played cards with them before. While it was somewhat humiliating to go out like that, it was also exciting. I don't remember how many orgasms I had, but it was a lot. There is a sexual thrill to be had from a little bit of exhibitionism, at least if you're not arrested for it. Let's face it, how did you feel when you had to masturbate for everyone on Saturday while the food was cooking? Was it all humiliation, or were you also aroused?"

"I was so aroused, it was hard not to cum."

"Same thing. You're letting the slut out, the bad girl who's not afraid of what people think about her. We're going to be picking much sluttier clothes than these. You can expect to be seen by other people, strangers you don't even know. I say, own it. Walk into the place like it's yours and there's no one else there but you, and don't care what people think."

"Oh, God."

"Is your pussy wet?"

"Probably."

"Let me see." I stuck my hand under her skirt and went straight up her leg until I hit wet. "Leaking like a sieve."

Brigitte laughed. "Just like you, slut."

"Just like me," I admitted.

"What are your sizes?" Brigitte asked.

"Medium top, small bottom, but extra long for the legs."

Brigitte laughed again. "As if you'll wear anything but skirts and dresses without panties as Sean's slave slut bitch. He wants to lift your dress and shove his cock in you anytime he wants, without having to strip you naked. What's your dress size?"

Lenore gulped. "I need a ten for my bust, but otherwise an eight."

"When we get to the store, find yourself appropriate exercise clothes, then you and I are going into one of the dressing rooms, and you're going to lick my pussy while Jessica finds you a couple slutty outfits, one more casual and something for dining out. When she brings the clothes she's picked out, she's going to wait until there's someone else in the dressing room area before she opens the door, or pulls back the curtain, so they can see you on your knees worshipping my cunt. She'll hand us the clothes, making sure whoever sees you for a couple seconds, then close the door again." Lenore started to speak, but Brigitte cut her off. "If you protest, she'll leave the door open while you change your outfits. Your choice, two seconds or while you change clothes?"

Lenore kept her mouth shut.

"Good choice."

That was good. I could see Sean doing that to me. We went to a nice women's clothing store, with a good assortment of clothes of all kinds. Lenore picked up some exercise clothes which would hold her boobs nicely, then went with Brigitte into one of the changing rooms, ostensibly to try on her new exercise clothes, but in reality, to lick pussy. The dressing room had like a half door, so you could see a couple of feet below the door, enough that someone could see Lenore on her knees in front of a seated woman, so more exposed than Lenore hoped.

I found the perfect little black dress with a short hemline, and a halter type top with a deep plunge to her navel. Since she needed a larger size up top, I got the ten and the eight, with a belt for the ten to make it more slimming down below. Be interesting to see how well she fit in the eight.

I found a crop top tee in a medium size, but also grabbed a small, because it might look extra slutty if it was too tight, which would leave a lot of underboob showing, especially with her bust, and a short skirt that looked like it might go with a tennis or golf outfit, and would only go halfway down her long thighs. She'd have to be very careful not to flash pussy in that outfit.

Going to the dressing room, I could hear soft moans coming from behind it and some slurping. The clerk they left to monitor the dressing rooms was staring at the scene below the door, widely spread feet with female legs kneeling between and in front of them. Since we had our audience, I opened the door, passing the clothes through it, letting the clerk get a two second eyeful of Lenore lapping pussy, before closing the door again. Lenore's face was very red with the glimpse I saw of her. I imagined the rest of her body was even redder.

"Have you ever seen anything like that before?" I asked the clerk.

"A couple times, although that was the longest I've ever seen it."

Each time Lenore tried on something new, Brigitte would open the door and show us.

"Do you think this top is too tight?" Brigitte would ask. The size eight LBD.

"It keeps her boobs from wobbling," I said.

"Maybe you're right," Brigitte said, hefting Lenore's boobs. "Her nipples sure stick out, don't they?"

"Maybe you should quit fondling them," the clerk said.

"I'm not sure that would help," Brigitte laughed. "They've been like bullets ever since she got in the dressing room."

Of course, Lenore was aghast with us having this conversation, her face flaming. Brigitte laughed and the process was repeated with the larger dress.

"What about this one?"

"Her breasts will definitely wobble in that one. Might even fall out if she's not careful," I said. "I like it though. It gives her Master a little room to reach in and paw her breasts."

"I like it too," the clerk said. "She looks hot."

"Like a slut?" Brigitte asked.

"Definitely."

"You want her to lick your pussy?" Brigitte asked.

"Not while I'm at work, but I'm off on Wednesday."

"I believe we're going out to dinner on Wednesday. Do you just do pussy or do you do dick too?"

"I'll do either one," the clerk said. "My name is Maisie."

"Give me your card, Maisie, and I'll give you a call to see if we can arrange for your oral satisfaction. We'll take these two outfits, and the exercise things. You can put the others back."

We gave Maisie the items to ring up and walked out of there with a thoroughly humiliated and aroused Lenore. We stopped for a quick lunch on the way home, and all afternoon, since it had cleared up from the morning's rain, we sunbathed nude at the end of the dock, and Brigitte made Lenore, sit up with her legs spread, so everyone could see her in all of her naked glory. Me, I was nude too, but didn't much care. The way I looked at it, I was on my property and could pretty much do what I wanted, although sometimes, I laid on my stomach, other times my back, and other times, sitting up like Lenore, so she wouldn't feel all alone.

When Sean got home, Lenore had to give him a fashion show before he fucked me, and made Lenore clean us up, then he fucked Lenore and she'd been so wound up by her day, she was multi-orgasmic, cumming often as he drilled her wet pussy. I was tasked with cleaning her up. She didn't get permission to cum, so she was punished for it, but after he spanked her, he let Lenore punish me for practice, thirty swats with The Enforcer, closely watching to make sure she didn't hurt me. Satisfied she'd done well, he licked his slave slut to four permitted orgasms for being such a good girl. Nor did she have to sleep at the foot of the bed.

"Tomorrow, Jessica's father has got control of you, Pet. I understand he's got something special planned for you. Just do what he tells you. Be a good Pet and you'll be rewarded."

"Yes, Master. Thank you."

"You're welcome, my Pet. By the way, I wanted to tell you your parents will be coming for dinner on Friday night. I want you to plan something they'd like to eat."

"Please, Master, don't make me go naked in front of them. Don't make me fuck or suck you in front of them."

"I'm not sure your parents would approve if I did, but I was surprised by my parents, so we'll see what happens when they arrive. Maybe they're more liberal than we're aware."

******

Dad arrived on the boat he'd purchased, pulling up to the dock with Mom, Rafiki and Nat. I suspected Lenore was going to enjoy some interspecies, and interracial sex. They called us when they arrived, and we left Brigitte and Angela at the house, while Alicia joined Lenore and I in walking down to our dock and climbing into the boat, buck naked. Mom was also naked, although the males all had swimming suits on, Dad with board shorts, but the two black wolves sporting Speedos that showed all they were packing. And as soon as Lenore got on the boat, the two wolves developed erections.