The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 08

I woke up moments later to Lexi's soft kisses, her green eyes looking at me with concern. Kelly hovered over me as well, her blue eyes wide open.

"Master, wake up," Lexi said, with a tremor in her voice.

"I'm okay," I said, sensing a shift in emotions and Kelly's worried look, "I'm fine... Wow."

"Jeremiah," Kelly said with a tremor of fear in her voice, "Alyssa... Carmen..."

She couldn't complete a thought and I snapped into a high state of consciousness. I rose up to a sitting position, and looked to my side. Kelly slipped behind me, as if afraid, and Lexi clung to my back, her lips quivering on my shoulder. Alyssa was slumped over and Carmen was prone lying awkwardly on top of her. They were both unconscious.

First aid training flashed through my brain and I moved to them. I rolled Carmen onto her back, and felt for a pulse... strong, her breath steady. I shifted back to Alyssa, straightening her naked body on to her back, and repeated the same assessment, good pulse, regular breathing. They had blacked out like me.

"They'll be okay," I said, "just give them some air, they'll come around."

Kelly and Lexi twisted around to my side, hugging me tightly, their nude bodies warm against my sweat cooled flesh.

"Are you sure, J?" Kelly whispered, "I ... I ... I can't..."

She couldn't complete a thought, so I scanned her curve and saw it alight with fear and worry. She was afraid of her own powers. I could relate to that, remembering the panic I felt after it was apparent I had changed Kelly and Lexi. I simply hugged her and watched the rhythmic breathing of Carmen and Alyssa's chest.

Carmen blinked first, and swore a low curse in spanish as one hand went to her head, and another to tug on a brown nipple. Her eyes were unfocused as she touched her flesh, then swung her vision to me, and my two worried girls.

"Papi..." Carmen said smiling at me, "Kel, ... wow."

Alyssa woke next, her fingers rubbing on her temple, her other hand sliding down to cup her sex. She rolled towards us with a feline grin of contentment, then paused as she saw the concern in our eyes. She concentrated for a second, then a low chuckle.

"I'm fine, Kelly, more than..." Alyssa said with a tinge of awe in her voice, "Wow, intense, and maybe we're more careful with that, next time. But..."

Kelly burst into tears and leapt at Aly, pulling her arms around her and hugging her tightly.

"Aly, I was so scared," she cried, as Aly tenderly rubbed her back, "The three of you went out like a light, and Lexi was frozen, trembling, her eyes rolling back in her head lie,..." she mumbled more words, then just cried in heaving sobs.

"Shhhh, dearest," Alyssa cooed in her ear, "We're fine, we're fine. More than fine, really love."

Carmen slid up to hug Kelly as did Lexi and myself. I was a bit at a loss for words, the intensity of the sexual tryst, followed by the palpable fear of the unknown left my nervous system in a state of gridlock. We all just held each other as Kelly's cries slowed and then stopped.

Finally I felt Alyssa's thoughts in my brain, and pushed a thought to the rest. We turned and sat in a circle. I pushed contentment, and other pleasant thoughts, as the girls slowly unwound, and then looked around the circle.

"We are all new to this," Alyssa said quietly, "I remember when J first told me what had happened, how scared he was, and how worried he was."

I nodded, "I was scared I had permanently damaged you both," looking at Kelly and Lexi, "Is that what you're feeling, Kel?"

She nodded slowly, and then spoke quietly, "I wish I never had special powers, not if it brings you pain, or suffering."

"I thought the same thing, Kel," I said, "I didn't know anything. I thought I was a freak. I felt so alone."

"But you weren't alone," Alyssa said, "You came to me, you told me. You'd told Carmen too."

Alyssa leaned over and put her head on Kelly's shoulder and her arm around her waist, "And you aren't alone either, Kelly. We will figure this out. You will be able to control your powers."

"You are already," I said, "You had it focused right on me at first, the girls slept through our love making until right at the end."

Kelly, nodded, and smiled remembering the supernatural intimacy we had shared, "I guess you're right, and it only felt so amazing, I pushed that back to all of you."

"It WAS amazing, eye-yi-yi" Carmen said, "to wake up to that feeling, then having it only amplify... I've never felt so connected, and so loved. Even now, I'm full of the energy you shared. With others sex left me feeling empty Kelly. With all of you, I'm always feeling like I am right where I need to be."

We all smiled, and I leaned over across Lexi to hug Carmen, her heartfelt words, left us all at a loss for the next words. Then as I lifted away, Lexi leaned over to me and hugged me.

"I feel exactly as Carmen said," Lexi said quietly, "My appetite for sex has morphed a bit differently than all of you, but it feels right, and you all have accepted my ... kinky side. I never knew sex before you, Master. And Kelly, and Carmen have loved me through it all. Before we met, I felt ashamed for my tendency towards kink. I masturbated in secret to kink videos when Kelly was away from the room..."

She quieted, looking around meekly at her outburst of words. We all watched her, encouraged her, loved her just for being her. Feeling our acceptance, she smiled and shifted to kneel on her knees, and lowered her breasts to the bed, arms stretched forward. A submissive offering, that we all accepted. Surrounding her, touching her and kissing her.

Kelly smiled at all of us as we returned to our circle, "Okay, my loves, thank you for accepting my fears, and talking about them. I feel much better with that off my shoulders."

With that our morning started and five bodies moved to share different showers. Alyssa and Carmen shared the shower in the basement. Kelly alone in the main floor, 'for everyone's safety,' she had laughed. Lexi followed me nude to the upper story,carrying our clothes and fresh towels for the both of us.

I knew that Lexi wanted to serve me, so I stepped in the shower, and let the water run down my body. Lexi moved close to me, lifting on her tiptoes to kiss my lips, then descending into the spray of water, onto her knees and started to wash my body. Her fingers were light but strong, starting on my feet, then up my calves and thighs. She scrubbed my groin and carefully cleaned my scrotum and tugged along the length of my shaft. She stayed focused on her task and slipped around to wash my ass. she rose up to her full height, and stretched to wash my shoulders and back, then twisted around to wash my chest, smiling up at me.

By the time she was finished, I was hard as a rock. She looked at me, then turned around and offered me her ass, lifting her toes up and leaning into the cool wall of the shower. It felt rude to refuse, even though I knew the day would be busy. I gripped my shaft and pressed it into her folds, and thrust hard and deep.

Lexi whimpered, as I gripped her hips and started fucking her harder, then arched her head back, "Oh Master, please... please... I love this, but please... fuck. my. ass."

I slammed forward, as I heard her desire, scanned her automatically and saw this was a real desire, not some remnant of perversion I'd failed to correct. I pulled my cock out, slick with her juices and pressed the head up. She arched her back more, pressing her tight bottom into my swollen head. I felt the firm resistance of her tight muscle, but she sighed and tensed and suddenly, my head drove into her ass. She yelped at the sudden fullness in her bowel, then pressed backwards as she groaned as the pinch of pain. My cock slid deeper in until her tight ass pressed against my thigh.

"Oh yess... Fuck.. Take me.. Own my slutty ass, Master... PLEASE!" she cried out.

I gripped her hips tightly and drew my hips back and slammed back inside. My thrusts were heavy and hard, pressing her small frame against the shower as the spray started to cool against my hot flesh. Her body trembled as I took her ass, fucking her harder and harder, then roaring as I felt my orgasm rip up from the base of my spine. I thrust hard, burrowing deep as my cock pulsed and jets of cum filled her bowels.

"Good, obedient slut," said Carmen as Lexi screamed out shaking on my cock.

"What the fuck," I said, looking at Carmen who was fully dressed peeking in at us as I was still balls deep in Lexi's ass.

Carmen looked at me deadpan, with a eyebrow raised, a look of conspiracy that made me feel like she'd tell me more later. She reached out and handed me a heavy rubber plug.

"Make sure the slut puts this in when you're done with her Master, " Carmen drawled, "It will keep her full of your seed all day."

I gave the heavy rubber plug to Lexi, who was purring in arousal as I shifted back, my cock slipping from her tight ass. She slipped immediately to a crouch, knees wide and fit the rubber mass into her open sphincter, her eyes closing as I watched her abdomen flex as she adjusted to the intrusive shape. Satisfied that it was seated correctly she rose.

"Please Master, dry off and get dressed," Lexi said, "this slut will wash herself in the cold water."

I slipped out with questions streaming through my head, toweling off, and looking at Carmen. She laughed a low chuckle, and grabbed the towel from me and made a show of drying me off, even kneeling and drying my cock and balls tenderly. Taking my cock in her mouth, and sucking it clean.

"Don't worry," Carmen said, "I've trained your slut to keep her ass clean, even purging her bowels after each movement."

"This is beyond my experience," I said truthfully, both turned on, and questioning everything.

"You need to understand how the mind of a submissive works, Jeremiah," Carmen said standing up and kissing behind my ear, "To be a good Master you need to know her needs better than she does."

"A tall order," I admitted, "but, I'm going to do everything I can to do just that."

"Good," Carmen said, "Because you have two submissives to care for, Master."

She smiled at me with a feline gaze, and slipped back downstairs. I put on the clothes that Lexi had brought up and admired the view of her drying herself off. She showed off the black base of the plug as she dried her calves and feet, bending from the waist. Her limber frame was such a visual turn on, and the black plug was offset by her pale freckled flesh. I felt my dick stiffen in my jeans.

Lexi finished dressing, and we walked downstairs. Carmen was sitting on the sofa, with a grin on her face. She started a bit when we came in the room, as if caught doing something she shouldn't be doing. She laughed for a second, then got up and tossed me Alyssa's keys.

"Kelly and Alyssa went to Kelly's parents," Carmen reported, "Something about dress shopping, they said we were on our own until after dinner."

"RV shopping, right?" I said, trying to remain on track.

"That's right, Master," Carmen said, "Lead the way."

We filed into Alyssa's car. Our hierarchy worked out naturally, I was the driver, Carmen in the passenger seat, and Lexi curled into the back seat. She sat side saddle, which was an alluring site as I turned to back the car out of the drive way.

"Can't sit proper?" I asked good naturedly.

Carmen whipped her head around, and Lexi flushed, then turned and sat the right way, her bottom pushed to the back of the seat, and a small grimace of discomfort across her brow.

"Better, slut," Carmen said, "I'd hate for people to wonder why you can't sit correctly. It might bring embarrassment to our Master."

I stopped the car, and was about to say something when Carmen fixed me with a firm gaze. She reached over and shifted the car in park, right in the middle of the road. She unclipped her seatbelt, then turned away from me, pushing her jeans down. She exposed her ass to me, and showed me a similar black plug in her asshole. I was speechless, as she fixed her clothes and rotated, sitting correctly in the passenger seat with a grunt. I could swear the grunt had a purr to it as she rolled her hips fastening the seat belt.

"Two submissives, Master." Carmen said, helping me put the car back in gear.

I put the car in gear, while my brain tried to make sense of the whole situation. I drove on autopilot, heading towards the interstate. Checking with Carmen to make sure I was going in the right direction. She confirmed that the RV super center about 40 miles north on the interstate was where she wanted to go.

We were silent for the first few miles, it was 15 miles to the Interstate, so we had probably an hour until we arrived there. It was getting close to eleven, so I figured that we'd stop for lunch before we went to the store. Confident that I had the plan straight, I let my thoughts drift back to the more curious puzzle the two girls had presented me with.

"You'll have to excuse me," I said looking at Lexi in the rear-view, then turning to look at Carmen, "I don't know a lot about BDSM, I hope I can live up to your expectations."

"Master," Carmen said, "This slut will help you, and you'll be a great Master. Your dominance is natural, you just need to understand the mind of a submissive."

"And Master," I said, "that reminds me of 'I Dream of Jeanie'"

Carmen smiled and Lexi, giggled, "It's the utmost term of respect, Master," Carmen explained, so much more than "Sir".

"How about we start at the beginning," I said, "How can you be a submissive, if you boss Lexi around?"

"Okay, Master," Carmen said, and I felt she was being formal as an example for Lexi, but I was only partially right, "May your slut ask you to listen, it might take a bit to explain."

"If you can tell me why we're talking in the third person," I said, even more confused.

"It will become more clear, Master, this one promises." Carmen said rubbing the top of my hand.

"Okay, ... slut ..." I said, carefully, "go ahead, but for now, please talk normally, until I know what it means."

Carmen purred, and settled into the seat a bit, which made me remember her ass was plugged. Lexi remained quiet in the back listening attentively.

"I am what's called a switch, in the bedroom," Carmen started, "I can be on top, dominant, or be on bottom, submissive, both bring me sexual pleasure. It's all so much more... stimulating in many senses than vanilla sex. Though, don't get me wrong, vanilla sex is amazing and wonderful."

I nodded, and started compiling a glossary of terms as Carmen continued.

"My mind though, is completely a submissive. A service-whore-slut. I love to serve the people I love and care about. It makes me feel complete, and it's an honor to do everything I can for them."

I nodded, it was a role she'd slipped into naturally in our family. Taking care of us, feeding us, cleaning, and she was radiant in the midst of it, and never complained.

"It's confusing, I know," Carmen said looking at me, "It was something other boyfriends, and girlfriends got wound up about. Me serving them made them feel inadequate, and that lead to so many hurt feelings. But you, M-mas... Jeremiah, you allow it. It seems like it pleases you to be served."

"It does," I admitted, never really thinking about it, "I know I'm capable of taking care of myself, but between you and Lexi, it seems that I have my needs taken care of."

"Lexi is still learning her submission," Carmen said, "She might enjoy serving, but right now, it's more of a test. I do know she is a pain slut, isn't that right pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," Lexi echoed and ground her ass into the back of the seat.

"Okay," I interrupted, "How can you be her Mistress and still be submissive?"

"Well, I'd rather not," Carmen said honestly, "But I can assume the role, in this hierarchy, until you are more comfortable with yours. So long as I'm topped, I'm happy."

"What makes you think, I'll be comfortable?" I asked seriously.

"Because you love us," Carmen said, "and it's an unselfish, sacrificial love. Once you understand our needs, and you start being able to fulfill them. Mmmm... "

She snatched my hand off the gear shift, and pulled it to her core as she spread her legs. Her cunt was hot, and jeans damp with arousal, I looked quick to see that traffic was clear, then stared at her.

"Trust me Master," Carmen said, as she rubbed my hand up and down, "Once you realize what your dominance and power does to a loving submissive, you'll accept it, even crave it."

I let my hand dwell on her cunt as her hips started to move in a roll, the pressure of my hand and the friction of the plug making her eyes roll back in her head. She cursed quietly in Spanish, almost panting. She was right, the power I felt having her ... under me ... in that moment was heady. I slowly drew my hand back and replaced it on the gear shift.

She licked her lips, and softly blinked her eyes, then smiled at me, "Thank you, Master, for giving this slave a moment."

Her meaning was so clear and intense, I knew I shouldn't ask about what a slave was. Part of me tried to pigeonhole it into involuntary servitude. As if I used my power to force her into obedience. Troubled, I scanned her curve, and saw it alight with pleasure in a sector that was associated with obedience. She felt like she belonged, she felt safe, she was alight with feelings of love. It was odd, but it helped me understand how she felt.

"So it's not intimidation, or involuntary?" I asked as I was able to let her have her moment, but still needed more answers.

"It's never involuntary, Jeremiah," she said, almost sounding like Alyssa giving a lecture. "Involuntary would be rape. It's absolutely voluntary. The dominant-submissive relationship is entwined, the power flows through each. The dominant is nothing without the submissive voluntarily submitting."

I nodded, still in thought.

"Like when Lexi bowed in our circle," Carmen said grasping for an example, "God, that made my cunt pulse remembering. Her total and unrestricted faith in us, to submit herself like that. Putting her whole being in our hands..."

She faded off, and her eyes were bright, then brimmed with tears, "That was fucking beautiful, is what that was." she said, looking out the window at the passing farmland.

She blinked a few times, then wiped away her tears, "I hope I can feel that safe and trustful with you, Master," she said, leaning over and pressing into my shoulder, "this slut has been hurt too many times, it's hard for me to trust. But I do, trust you."

We all slipped into silence for a few miles. Letting the drone of the road noise settle our thoughts. I noticed that each of the girls would squirm slightly every few seconds, then settle down, then repeat. Their bodies always slightly shifting, like they couldn't quite be comfortable.

"How safe is it to be plugged for so long?" I asked breaking the silence.

"It's good you asked, Master," Carmen said, "These trainer plugs are good for all day. They are rubber so they won't do damage. They are a bit uncomfortable, but not painful, right slut?"

"I could use something, larger, " Lexi said quietly, "no disrespect, Mistress."

Carmen chuckled, then sensing the meaning behind my question, "Do you understand what a plug does to a submissive, Master?"

I shook my head, and she leaned closer to me, "It is a constant reminder of you, Master. This one feels that plug begin to ache, and she remembers who placed it there. As she shifts to a new position, she is thinking of her Master."

"But I didn't put your's there." I said, looking over at her.

"Stop at the rest stop," she said suddenly, seeing the road sign for the turn off.

"Sorry Master," she caught herself, "You are right, you didn't. This slut was sloppy and selfish to plug herself without your knowledge. This slut should be disciplined."