Meeting Raquel Ch. 08

We got up and after we cleaned up a little and put some of our clothes back on, we settled back on the couch. We talked about how the sex we'd just had had made us feel, and ended up having a conversation on a completely different subject.

Of course, being us, the talk got back to sex after a lull. "Sir?" Tina asked, her voice soft.

"Yeah?"

"How long until I can have another word...you know, installed. Or whatever."

I laughed. "How much do you know about hypnosis?"

"Only what you've told me."

"That makes sense. There's no time limit or anything like that. If you're willing to do it, then when you're under I ask your subconscious to do it and it agrees. Why? Did you have something in mind?"

"Sort of. Can you remove my inhibitions?"

I thought for a moment. "Maybe. What do you mean?"

"Um...make it so any hang-ups I have don't get in the way of enjoying, um...myself." She looked up at me, furtive.

"Are you talking about turning you into a wanton slut?"

She laughed, a deep blush coloring her features and highlighting the exotic combination of oriental eyes that are bright blue. But she said, "Kinda, yeah. Just something to make me less...uncomfortable in my own skin."

Raquel piped up. "That would be awesome. I mean, you already make me feel like you feel like I'm a goddess, Master, and I can't even tell you how good that feels, but to be able to let go of everything that makes me feel so...I don't know, um...like I don't belong in my own skin? Getting rid of that would be awesome."

"Alright," I said after a moment. "Let me think about it for a little while. Although it occurs to me that you're both pretty uninhibited most of the time. And if I want to know more about what you may be too embarrassed to tell me, I can always put you into trance and ask, or just make you less inhibited around me and each other," I mused.

"Raquel, would you mind getting me a refill and one for Tina if she wants one?"

"Of course not, Master." Tina nodded and handed her her glass. "Tina, be a good girl and go to sleep." She was sitting with her legs tucked under her, and so she ended up slumping over and laying flat on the couch.

Before I could do anything else, Raquel returned to the room with three refilled wine glasses. "Sleep, slave girl."

"Yes...Master."

"In ten minutes you will wake up. You will be very horny when you do. Now put those glasses down and go have a seat on one of the stools by the island in the kitchen," I ordered.

"Yes...Master," she slurred, then complied.

I returned my attention to Tina. "Let me help you up." She did, and after opening her eyes I sat with her making that unnerving eye contact.

"Do you have anything sexual that you would like to try but your conscious mind is too embarrassed to tell me? Is that why you brought that up?"

"Not really, Sir. You're more inventive than I am, honestly. I was just hoping to get you to put another trigger in my head. I came so hard when you turned me into your own personal sex doll..." she explained.

"So you're not really that uncomfortable in your own skin?"

"I don't know for sure, Sir. I've never been completely comfortable."

"You know that barely anyone ever is, right?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why don't we split the difference, then? When you're awake I want you to feel more comfortable about yourself, your body and your sexual appetites in particular. You have a wonderful body and what you do with other consenting adults is nobody's business except for the people you consent to have whatever kind of sex with. When you're around either Raquel or me, I want you to feel completely uninhibited. Can you help your conscious mind do that? Just remember that you're not doing anything wrong, you're sexy, and that both of us find you very much attractive."

She paused for a moment. "I think so, Sir. I will work on it."

"Good girl! Thank you. I put you under for another reason," I explained. I still had about eight minutes.

"What's that, Sir?"

"I do have another trigger I'd like to give you if you're still interested."

"Yes, please, Sir! I'm already wet again thinking about it!"

I laughed. "I thought that you might say something like that. Do you remember the description that I gave you while Raquel was in her Total Slave mode? And the way that she didn't question anything that I told her to do?"

Her face and chest flushed somewhat. "Yes, Sir, I do. It was very sexy to watch."

"Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Sir! Please let me do that for you, Sir!" was her immediate response.

"Very good girl. You probably remember the trigger phrase but I'll reiterate: 'Total Slave, Slave Tina'." When you hear that exact phrase spoken only by me--or Raquel," I told her, inspiration striking me, "I want you to immediately and without question obey whatever it is that she or I tell you to do. There are exceptions: I don't want you to get hurt, put yourself in danger, or embarrass yourself. Just like any of Raquel's commands except for the one that's likely to minimize any potential embarrassment, they only work when we're alone and not in public. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Sir. Thank you for controlling me like this, Sir."

"And thank you for trusting me. I think it's really sexy to have this much control, too.

"The phrase that cancels this out is, 'Your will is your own, Slave Tina'. That returns you to having your own will again. Do you understand?" I checked the time. Four minutes left.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. I will obey you completely whenever I'm your total slave, Sir," she gushed.

"Good girl. Wake up, Slave Tina."

She came out of her trance and stretched as usual. "How do you feel?" I asked, not being shy at all about leering at her naked body.

She only smiled. "Rested, and with you looking like that at me, Sir, sexy. Attractive."

"Do you still think you need that trigger?" I asked.

"Not feeling like this, Sir. I don't know what I was thinking when I brought it up, to tell you the truth. Which I always do!" she added.

I laughed. "I'm sure that you do," I answered.

"Um...where's Raquel?"

"She'll be back in a minute. Wait here," I instructed.

"I will, Sir."

I headed back out to the kitchen. It was still two minutes until Raquel was due to come out of her trance. "Hello, slave girl."

Her eyes opened and she turned to me. "Hello, Master. Did I do something wrong? I still have a minute and a half in my trance."

"No, but I want you to forget that. Come out when I tell you to, OK?"

"Yes, Master," she said, relaxing. "So I didn't do anything wrong?"

"Not at all," I told her. I then repeated what I had told Tina about feeling at ease with both her body and her sexuality. Being the intelligent woman that she is, she agreed readily and appeared to accept it without question. "Good girl," I praised. "Wake up, slave girl."

Raquel did the same stretching thing that Tina did recently as she came out of it. "I got the wine that you asked me to, Master," she said, handing me a glass.

"Thank you, honey," I replied, kissing her. "Let's head back into the living room." I took her hand and she followed, and it was clear that she was more comfortable. Her robe came open as we walked and she didn't bother trying to cover up her magnificent tits or her fairly erect cock. She wasn't completely engorged but about two-thirds of the way there. I glanced down and then made eye contact. "You're excited."

"I've got two sexy people who want to have sex with me and think I'm pretty and desirable. Why wouldn't I be?" she asked with a genuine smile.

I smiled. "Fair point."

Tina did the same thing when we returned to the room, taking her glass with grace. Their attitudes about themselves did seem to have changed. They really did seem genuinely comfortable with their bodies now as they settled in next to each other, skin to skin, Raquel draping her arms over Tina's shoulders.

I was only in my boxers and t-shirt, the house being slightly too cool for me to feel comfortable walking around completely naked. Aside from some stiff nipples--which may or may not have been related to the temperature--they both seemed to not care about being nude in Tina's case with the exception of her heels, or Raquel in only an open silk robe, garters, stockings, and similar shoes. Raquel had always been a little self-conscious about her body, our society being what it is. Now it seemed like she didn't give a damn, and almost seemed proud and preening, appearing to enjoy her semi on display.

They were making small talk and flirting without a hint of shame when I cleared my throat. They both stopped and looked at me. I looked Tina directly in her exotic blue eyes and simply said, "Total Slave, Slave Tina." She closed her eyes briefly and then opened them back up.

There was lust in them now. "Yes, Sir?"

I stood up and moved the ottoman that I had been sitting on, then laid down on the floor on my back after shucking my clothing. "Come here and suck my cock until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, Sir!" Tina exclaimed, hurrying to carry out my instructions. Within a few seconds her lips were sealed around my cock, which had begun to harden the instant I said her trigger. She was supremely gentle yet firm in the way that she worked my foreskin up and down while swirling her tongue around my shaft and head.

"Move so your knees are up here," was my next instruction, indicating a spot right next to my left shoulder. As soon as she had moved I used my left hand to explore her, feeling that she was once again sopping wet. I started fingering her in a lazy way, just watching Raquel as she watched. Raquel wasn't touching herself but I could see that she was most of the way to engorged just from watching.

"Raquel."

"Yes, Master?"

"Fuck me, slave girl." The lids of her eyes lowered and she grinned.

"Yes, Master!" I reviewed in my head as she knelt between my knees, her cock now just about as hard as I'd seen it, that yes, I had cleaned myself out after dinner. There were little bottles of lube hidden in discreet places in just about every room in our house due to Raquel's and my anatomies. She wasted no time getting me lubed up then rubbed a liberal amount all over her shaft while Tina kept her steady pace up on my dick. I knew already that I wasn't going to last long.

I groaned in pleasure as her head stretched my ass open, staring into her eyes while she penetrated me. I was used to it--and loved it--when she first entered me, and so it wasn't painful at all. She just filled me until her pelvis bumped into my ass cheeks. She moaned with me when that happened. Tina hummed around my length at about the same time, then squeaked as my fingertips found her slippery clit.

I watched as Raquel got into a rhythm. I stared into her gorgeous brown eyes and watched her titanic boobs bounce with every thrust into me, reveling in her beauty and how fantastic it felt to have her filling me over and over. I wished that I had thought to do this earlier. It was already excellent when Raquel topped me, but having Tina's cock-hungry mouth servicing me made for at least double the pleasure.

"I love you," I told Raquel.

"I love you, too, Master," she replied, looking me right in the eye.

"I can tell! Now, Tina, straddle my head," I said. Tina moaned around my dick as she complied. I couldn't help but moan with her. Now her shaved, sopping wet cunt was only inches from my face. I dove in, licking up as much of her moisture as I could before settling on her clit, capped with its pierced hood. She couldn't help but grind her hips down to meet my face, making me groan right against her highly sensitive love button.

I paused eating Tina out only long enough to call out, "Raquel, I want you to come when I do. No sooner and no later."

"Yes, Master!" she moaned, increasing her pace. A feedback loop developed from there. I groaned into Tina's pussy again as I licked it, and she moaned around my hardness. That felt so phenomenal that all that I could do was moan in response, and soon the two of us were just making animalistic rutting noises into each other's crotches, with a harmony in the form of Raquel's vocalizations sweetening the music that we were making.

"Tina," I gasped, "the same goes for you. I want you to come when I do."

"Mmm-hmmm!" she grunted around my cock, then did again as I refocused my efforts on her pleasure center.

I switched to my fingertips for long enough to say, "I'm gonna come soon!" then switched back to using my tongue on Tina's delicious womanhood. They both moaned at just about the same time as an answer.

Then it was on me. My balls tightened because of the beautiful pressure on my prostate combined with Tina's efforts and I almost screamed into Tina's snatch, grabbing her ass cheeks and digging my fingertips as I swelled and shot the first volley of my cum down her throat. I was then treated to the glorious sound of Raquel soaring over the edge at the same time Tina screamed and stiffened as the climax took control of her body. I had the presence of mind, even during the mind-blowing orgasm that I was having, to move my mouth down Tina's twat a little bit in case she squirted this time when she came. It was a good thing that I had, because she clenched her thighs and screamed around my cock before a torrent of fluid gushed out of her right into my waiting mouth. I tried to manage to focus on swallowing her juices while I heard Raquel's heartbreaking cries of ecstasy and how she pulsed and throbbed inside me, shooting her own load inside my ass.

Her cock stopped throbbing and she just stayed buried as deep inside me as she could be while she caught her breath. Tina had since stopped ejaculating and I pulled my face away, gasping for breath. "Tina...Jesus! Stop!" I cried.

With a gasp, our genetic girl friend relinquished her mouth's hold on my oversensitive member. "Yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!" she exclaimed between efforts to catch her breath.

"Good girl! Your will is your own, Slave Tina," I panted. After a few seconds, her quaking thighs left the area around my head, and she flopped down on the floor next to me, laughing.

"Wow...that was fucking amazing, Sir!"

"Yes, Master! Thank you!" Raquel added. She was softening but didn't seem inclined to pull the part of her anatomy that was inside me out anytime soon.

"Jesus...fuck...ladies, that was fucking incredible!"

They agreed. Raquel was reluctant to withdraw but did. Now that the condition to get me off by fucking me was fulfilled, she was too soft to stay inside me and slipped out. Earlier in our relationship, she had wanted to give me a rim job, but I had gently but firmly explained that that wasn't for me. It turned her on to be rimmed and so as long as she was clean I was willing to, but it wasn't my idea of a good time to be on the receiving end and she knew it, but she bit her lip as she looked down and saw a little of her cum leaking from my ass. I could tell that she wanted to suck her own load out of me.

I got up and kissed each of them with passion, thanking them for allowing me to control them and for making me feel so good. In what was turning into a pattern, after I'd unlocked Tina's heels and Raquel had removed her lingerie, we took a long warm shower where all three of us took turns washing each other. After we had dried off, we all collapsed into our king-size bed, drifting off to sleep almost right away. My last thought before I drifted off to sleep was reflecting on how fortunate I was to have two insatiable submissives in my life.

I was leaving for a business trip in a few days, so the day after Tina left to go back home, Raquel and I started in on the process of packing. She insisted on wearing a French maid outfit while doing household chores and who was I to stop her? Black patent leather stiletto high heels paired with white stockings, a white crinoline underpin to her black satin maid outfit that was cut to highlight her curves and cleavage...it was fantastic to watch her in motion.

Right away I put her back in chastity, a tiny steel dome and ring around her balls that kept all of her delicious cock but its head tucked inside her body. "But Master, wasn't I good for you?"

After giving her a deep, passionate kiss, I answered, "You were very, very good. But you and I both know that you love being dominated and to remove your ability to orgasm at all turns you on beyond belief. Doesn't it." It was phrased like a question but I said it as a statement.

She flushed a little and said in a very small voice, "Yes, Master. I love it."

"And you're probably fairly close to as hard as you can get right now, aren't you?"

Her blush deepened. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl," I said as I kissed her again. She shivered. This time, before putting her in her cage I had put her into trance. I had made sure that every time that I told her she was a good girl she would feel pleasure at approximately fifteen percent of what a full orgasm would feel like. Because she was such a natural submissive, her subconscious was a wonderful accomplice in keeping her in check, not just providing rewards like that that were like a carrot on a stick, but also with subverting her ability to achieve orgasm at all. Underneath her consciousness, any time she got too close to coming, it would come along with with unconscious thoughts of baseball, dentist's offices, photocopier manuals, and that sort of thing.

"Thank you, Master. I love it when you call me that."

"What? Good girl?" She shivered again and I grinned. The best part was that she wasn't aware that her own head was doing it to her.

"Yes, Master, that." Her breathing had picked up.

My dick was on the verge of being sore after the session we'd had the evening before with Tina, but Raquel looked so damn sexy in that skimpy maid outfit that I was getting horny again.

"Total slave, slave girl."

Her eyes closed for a second, then reopened. "Yes, Master?"

"Go clean yourself out. Once you're done, get your clover clamps, a blindfold, your locking cuffs with their padlocks, and your inflatable gag and come back to me. Quick. Oh, and forget what it is that you're getting, just make it so that you have them but you don't think that you're getting anything special."

"Yes, Master!" she cried, mincing off in her six-inch heels. I grinned. I hadn't thought of making her unaware of what I had her doing until just then, but I reasoned that as much as she loved letting me control her mind, and her utter compliance when her "Total Slave" trigger was invoked, her mind would likely accept the command and do as I said.

To my astonishment, it did, just the way I had hoped. She came back to me with all of the items I had told her to bring on a platter--yes, really--and just said, "I got the stuff you asked me to bring you, Master."

"Good girl, very good girl," I praised. She bit her lip.

"Thank you, Master. What are we going to do now?"

"Empty, slave girl."

She moaned. "I need my ass filled, Master."

"I know. Turn around and put your hands behind your back."

"Ohh...I need my ass filled, Master."

I buckled the cuffs on her wrists, padlocked them shut, then padlocked them to each other for good measure. I then slipped the blindfold over her eyes. "I love you and you're so sexy," I whispered in her ear.

"I need my ass filled, Master..." she breathed. I simply stood behind her, caressing her body while she stood in front of me, pressed against me with her hands bound. A brief feel of her cage verified that her cock was doing its damnedest to get hard but was thwarted by its steel prison. I could feel it moving as she flexed her PC muscles involuntarily. My own cock, on the other hand, had no such constraints and was now as hard as it could get knowing that I had this woman to myself in just about every sense it was possible.