The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 17

I just leaned into her and kissed her deeply. She cooed and pulled me closer. This girl got me, as she grabbed my ass and squeezed hard, then swatted my cheek with her other hand.

"It's been too long," she smiled as I finally broke the kiss, "I missed you Friday night."

"I know," I said shortly, realizing she'd forgive my rudeness, in my state. I knew she felt my frazzled mind, and I almost welled up in tears as I reconnected to the mesh of my soul lovers. She let me pass by her, and I walked through to the kitchen. Some young girl was with Zac, and Everyone else was huddled around the kitchen table talking.

I probably could have figured things out if I was in the right state to tune into everyone's thoughts. They always included me in their broadcasts, but in my state I was focused on one thing. I made a bee-line to Jeremiah, and gripped his head. I didn't care that Zac's friend was staring at me like I had three breasts, I kissed him deeply. God, I loved the way Jeremiah could change his focus, his kiss was what the doctor ordered. Then he broke it off, and I remembered they had company.

Suddenly, Carmen was at my side. I turned and kissed her, and she hastily pecked at my lips, then steered me away from the kitchen. I was confused as she led me away. We were going where I wanted to go but she wasn't usually so rude.

She pushed me downstairs, "Fucking needy slut," she swore at me, "You get so fucking impatient when you let it go too long."

She steered me through the basement gym, and then fingered the electronic combo lock on the door on the opposite side. I was almost dancing with excitement. She reached up and grabbed a handful of hair at the nape of my neck, then tossed me in the room. It was a large spacious room filled with dark leather furniture, and other equipment. Oh God, how I loved Jeremiah's spa-slash-dungeon.

"Strip, slut," Carmen ordered, "Wait for us on your knees, and don't you dare touch my cunt between your legs."

She got me, that girl, "Yes, Mistress," I said and started peeling of my clothes.

She closed the door leaving me locked in the dungeon. She knew I was on edge. She knew I was a needy slut. She knew I needed to be put in my place. She knew until I was centered I would be a danger to myself.

I smiled for the first time since Friday. I knelt naked in front of the door, bowed my head, and waited. I was home, I could wait. I concentrated on slowing my breathing, and finding my center.

Past: Jeremiah

It was a short nap. Waking up to a nubile female undulating under you, whining with sexual need is something every red-blooded male should do at least once. It made me feel a bit powerful, and my cock was already hard. I pressed my hands into the mattress and rose up.

"Fuck," Jenn said, with a tinge of frustration, "took you long enough."

I started to thrust into her, and she wrapped her limber legs around my waist. She let her body fall as I drew back, and then humped her hips as I thrust back into her. It was delicious, but something seemed off. She seemed frantic, needing more. I pulled back from her.

She looked wildly up at me as I disengaged, almost in a panic, "Nooo fuck, I need it, Jeremiah, fuck me," she hissed.

"On your knees," I commanded in a gruff growl, putting together the pieces in my mind, "Ass up head down."

She scrambled onto her knees, twisting. Her breasts pressed into the mattress as she laid her head down. Her hips danced enticingly as she spread her thighs. The one thing that drew my eye was the tattoo at the base of her spine, it was an angry shade of black. I had noticed the tattoos on her breast and mound had faded to a more natural color. I swung my hand back and spanked her ass hard, so hard my hand stung.

"Owwwuch, FUCK," she cried, then moaned, "Yes, that's it.. .spank me, spank me please."

I turned to the side, my cock bobbing as I lined up and swatted her ass again, hard as the first time. She took the strike wordlessly, and then pressed back. She twisted her head and looked up at me with a deep need in her eyes. A need I'd seen before in Lexi, when Carmen first showed me how to flog her.

I spanked her again, and again. Her ass turning a rose color. I turned and spanked between her thighs, my palm flattening into her soaked folds, and she bucked and ground into my fingers. I moved so I could finger her with one hand and spank her with my other hand. The tattoo pulsed each time I struck her, and her body vibrated as the pain-pleasure response cycled and filled her blood with endorphins. The whole scene made my erection strain with need.

I shifted behind her, and lined up my head. I thrust into her swollen cunt with a hard thrust. She keened in lust, looking over her shoulder at me. I gripped her reddened ass cheeks and spread them apart. Her anus danced as she rolled her hips to my steady strokes. I spit on my fingers then spread my saliva over the tight opening.

"Oh fuck," Jenn spat, looking back at me, her eyes on fire with lust, "Yes, fuck my ass. Make me your ass slut. Own it..."

I swatted at her ass cheek, then again, steady hard strokes over her round firm bottom. Between slaps I worked a finger into her tight anus, spitting on my fingers to lubricate the small opening. I was two knuckles deep when she cursed at me.

"Fuck it," she spat, "Fuck my ass, make it hurt, I need it to hurt. Just put that fat dick up my ass!"

I pulled my cock from her cunt and spit another wad of goo into my hand, spreading over my crown. I pressed the thick head into her anus and leaned into her. I felt her relax and the head slid in, then past the opening. I felt my hips drop and my thighs press into her bottom. She groaned at the simultaneous pain and pleasure that coursed through her nerves.

"That's it, take my ass, Daddy," she sang.

I was fired up now, and I pulled out then slammed back in. I used my hands to swat and spank her ass and thighs as I rode her hard. She rolled her hips and tossed her head. I leaned forward, and she followed, her ass rising to meet my angled thrusts. I pressed my hand into her head and shoved her cheek into the mattress.

I was overwhelmed with a surge of power as my body, hands and fingers dominated Jenn. I pushed her into the position I wanted. I grabbed her head and tugged her chin up by yanking on her hair. She arched her back, rolling her hips as I fucked her ass feverishly. My free hand stung her flesh with slaps and spanks. I reached under her folded body and gripped one of her breasts hard, then pinched her rock hard nipple tight and twisted.

She screamed as she came, her body shaking with intensity. I hammered into her ass repeatedly fucking through the first wave. I pressed my chest into the small of her back. My hand crushing her head into the bed. My hand reached around her thigh and wormed into her spasming folds. My lower back rolled as my cock stretched her ass. My fingers drove into her convulsing cunt, and her orgasm hit another peak, then just vibrated as I clung to her flesh.

I roared as I felt my peak rush and collect at the base of my spine. I arched my back and thrust my cock in deep, feeling my balls tighten then pulse spurting jets of hot cum into her bowels. My hands grabbed her ass and pulled at it, wanting to go as deep as possible. her head flew back and she screamed then her head flopped into the mattress. I froze, my breathing ragged as I blinked and fought for a conscious thought.

I looked down and where before her ass tattoo was an angry black, had fated to a muted dark grey. Jenn relaxed into the mattress, and I pulled out. She curled into a ball, seeking her own comfort. I remembered Carmen's lesson on aftercare, and pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her sides, her back against my chest. I pulled the covers over us to keep us warm. I spoke softly to her, "You're mine, now.. My little ass slut. I've got you, you're safe."

She was speechless, but turned her head to look at me. I kissed her gently, pressing my lips to hers. She responded softly, her tongue softly running over my lips. I just held her, making her feel my presence wrap around her.

More hands touched my back through the sheet. Carmen curled behind me, and kissed behind my ear. Lexi slipped onto the opposite side of the bed, facing Jenn and smiling at me. She fed Jenn a small square of chocolate. Then kissed her forehead.

"Good job, Papi," Carmen cooed into my ear, "You remembered everything I taught you."

I smiled and sighed, "So three? three submissives," I questioned with a chuckle.

"Oh, at least three now," Carmen said and was content to just hug me as we rested.

Present: Jeremiah

Well, it's an old blessing to wish that one lives in interesting times. The look on Beth's face when Jenn entered and kissed me only made the interesting morning more fascinating. Alyssa knew what was going on, and so did Kelly. Jenn had been away too long, and she was in bad shape.

I blamed myself, I was supposed to be her Dominant, her Master. Her husband, Jerry, knew of our relationship, because he couldn't put his own mind into the place she needed it to be. I could have adjusted him to take that role. But I was a bit nervous about making wholesale changes to people's moral curves. Selfishly, the easier role was to play the role of Master. That was an easier fix to Jerry. It had the added benefit of keeping Jenn in our mental web. All of us enjoyed when she visited for her deeper needs.

I should have had the girls check up on her, evaluate her. She was always thinking she could manage her needs on her own. I was wrapped up with my work, and my memories surrounding my birthday. The birthday party had pre-occupied everyone, and Jenn had slipped from our thoughts. Isaac's awakening had further distracted us.

Beth looked a bit wild-eyed at the new sexy woman that had come in and kissed me. She didn't understand the context. She was already in a state because of her parents attempt to control her, by kicking her out of the house. I could fix that in an instant, but I didn't want to wade into another family. If anything, this was Zac's responsibility to manage. I wanted to mentor him, and guide him, but he needed to take that step on his own.

Alyssa watched all this silently, then with a flow of thoughts, Carmen had swept in and steered Jenn to the basement. Lexi followed behind. I knew they could help Jenn unattended for a while. Kelly took Beth's arm and led her to the table and sat her next to Alyssa. Zac sat down beside her, and then Kelly took a seat. I sat on the far side between Alyssa and Kelly. I looked at Zac and Beth.

"Zac, you know I love you and support anything you do. Beth, you are a wonderful girl, and i can tell you love Zac, and he loves you." I began, taking the lead in the conversation.

"I'm just lost," Beth said on the verge of tears, "I never expected my parents to kick me out. I shouldn't have snuck out, I should have told them I was leaving. They must think I'm a horrible person."

"It sounds like an over-reaction for sure," I said, "These things can usually blow over quickly. You both need to talk with Beth's parents."

"Both of us?" Zac asked quietly.

I knew he was frightened, scared of a confrontation. If there was anything we had tried to teach him was it was better to talk out a problem than to hide from one. This was with other people though, not his supernaturally patient parents.

I smiled, at him, "You know you need to, Zac," I said.

I felt Alyssa push her own thoughts towards him. He nodded as he took both of our meanings. Beth looked at me and then at Kelly.

"Can you come with us?" she asked, also frightened and scared.

"It's something you need to do," Kelly said, "for yourselves. Regardless, we will support the both of you. You'll always have a place to call home here."

"What do I say?" Zac asked.

"The truth," I said, "I don't need to tell you what that is. Then you listen and observe."

"Sense their conflict," Alyssa pushed a thought, "there is an opportunity to fix things."

"Is he ready?" I wondered, "He hasn't been trained, maybe we should hold off a day."

"Talk to Beth's parents," Alyssa said, picking up on my concern, "Listen to their concerns and observe their fears. Then promise to come back and talk again tomorrow. You can't put this off. We can talk more after you've spoken with them."

Zac nodded, and looked at Beth, "Beth, I love you. I want you to be happy, and I want your parents to support us. Let's go talk with them in person."

Beth nodded, "Yes, I think you're right. I love you Zac, you're always so brave."

I smiled and felt pride in my son's maturity. The three of us followed the youngsters to the door, and bid them farewell. Then we took a collective deep breath, and looked at each other.

"Now to take care of Jenn." we all said at once.

We filed downstairs and into the gym. I had spent too much money on all the equipment. It got good use, though, Lexi was always pushing us to stay in shape. I also made a shower and dressing room (co-ed of course, no need for separate dressing rooms). Carmen and Lexi had persuaded me to make a dungeon too. The three of us went to the dressing room to shed our clothes.

Each of us had a locker, and Carmen kept it supplied with each of our preferred outfits. I don't have much of a taste for fetish wear, I just don't want to be flopping around while doing my work. So a pair of leather shorts was mine (Apparently, it had to be leather according to Carmen, don't ask me why). Alyssa had a selection of tight leather bodices, leather thongs, and had grown fond of thigh high boots. Today's color was red, a deep red that looked amazing against her lightly tanned skin. Kelly, had similar tastes, and our roles had them both more dominatrix than submissive slave. Her white leather bra and thong made her look brilliant.

Suitably attired we entered the dungeon, again I'd have rather called it something different, playroom, adult lounge, but given this was a treat more for Carmen and Lexi, I allowed them to name it. It stuck, especially once Carmen procured all the different apparatus she wanted. Leather and dark wood dominated the room. The walls were a dark shade of grey, with perimeter lights around the edge. The room wasn't dim, but it wasn't bright either.

Watching Alyssa and Kelly dress up had made my shorts tight already, our three submissives only made them tighter. They all had on leather collars, their permanent silver chokers for which I had the only key glimmered under the black leather. They also all wore leather cuffs on their wrists and ankles. I couldn't see, but I knew Carmen's protocols, they were all plugged as well. Other than that, they were all naked, and aroused.

Carmen was finishing trussing Jenn to a X-shaped cross. It had been custom made and cost a pretty penny. The cross was made of carbon fiber, not wood, so it was much thinner. the cross shape was really two deltas inverted and pointing to each other and connected by a carbon fiber beam. The vertical axis had an adjustable joint, once attached the cross could be spun, and even titled almost horizontal.

Jenn was facing the cross, so her back was to me, as Carmen secured her wrists to the clips at the tops of the upper vee. Her ankles were already secured to the base. Lexi was laying out lengths of rope. I had found I enjoyed the intimacy that rope bondage presented, but I wasn't sure about this morning. It was a lengthy process to bind and unbind, and Jenn was already frazzled.

Alyssa and Kelly went and sat themselves at a overstuffed loveseat facing the cross. They were both more observers, voyeurs really. Besides using their powers to amplify the responses, they were also safety observers. They also loved to play with each other, so the ordeal wasn't like chewing sand for them. I they needed more stimulation, Carmen or Lexi were always a finger snap away.

I decided to forego the ropes, and walked to find some leather straps. The cross was sturdy, but I wanted to keep Jenn's body tight against the frame. I gave them to Lexi and she and Carmen strapped Jenn's waist, lower thighs and upper arms to the frame I walked around the other side and Jenn's full breasts were exposed on either side of the thin carbon beam that bisected her torso. Her neck collar was clipped to the apex of the top vee, so she had limited movement of her head, but an unobstructed sight line. She caught sight of me walking around and watched as I stalked closer.

"Took you long enough," she sassed, as she watched me with humid eyes.

I was patient, I knew what she needed, but I wasn't going to be rushed. Part of the journey was the anticipation. That she was helpless added to her stress, but she also knew this was safe. I stepped closer, and looked deadpan into her eyes. I didn't need to, because her nipples were already hard, but I pressed on her stars with each thumb. My fingers gripped her full breasts and squeezed hard at the base.

She groaned as her nipples engorged further, and her supple breast tissue ballooned between my fingers. Her eyes blazed at the rough contact, and I just watched impassively.

"Watch your tone with me, slut," I said in a low growl, "Or I'll gag you. I like your filthy whore mouth, and I'd hate to take it out of play."

She lowered her eyes as my fingers dug deeper into her flesh, milking the flesh until I had just the base of her nipples grasped between a finger and thumb.

"Yes, Master," she said, her tone expressing more relief than acquiescence.

I stepped back from her and grabbed two nipple clips attached to a chain, and walked around behind Jenn so I could watch the girls on the loveseat. I pressed my chest against Jenn's body, and reached around to grab one breast, and then pressed the star again. I waited for the nipple to engorge, then pressed the clip into the base of her nipple.

Jenn hissed at the pain, but tossed her head as her body started to respond to the feeling. I nodded my head and Carmen and Lexi drew back, kneeling beside Aly and Kelly. Carmen kissed Alyssa's thigh, and Alyssa spread her leg open and then grabbing a handful of Carmen's black mane tugged her mouth to her exposed pussy. Kelly was watching captivated and reached around to unclasp her bra, then pulled Lexi's mouth to her own hard nipple.

The room started to shimmer as Kelly's power permeated the space. We all took a collective breath at the feeling. I pulled back and selected a flogger from the bench near the cross. I swished it to get a feel for it's heft, then bending over started to paint the traces along the bottom of Jenn's calves. My strokes weren't heavy, yet. I just wanted to blush her skin. By the time I was swinging the flogger at her shoulders, her whole back side glowed a nice hue of pink.

I watched her, and listened to her breaths. I like to rely on physical cues when I worked, though in this setting our mental web was also helpful. She was shivering in arousal, her tattoos across her ass pulsed a dark angry black. The foursome at the sofa were becoming more animated as the sound of the flogger smacking willing flesh faded.

The foursome had swapped positions. Kelly was on the floor her bare chest rising and falling as she played with her nipples. Kelly leaned against the sofa while Lexi's red mane was between her spread legs, her pert bottom facing me and her jeweled butt plug dancing as she orally pleased Kelly. Carmen was on her back on the sofa, her head just behind Kelly's blonde mane. Alyssa was on her knees, her legs scissored between Carmen's the pair caught up in the act of tribadism as they rolled their hips and ground their cunts against each other.

That was the scene that was playing out in front of Jenn's eyes as I had warmed her flesh. I cupped my hand between her spread thighs and wormed my finger into her soaked folds. She gasped and tried to grind into my fingers. Her body had limited range of movement and she whined in frustration.