Lapse in Judgment

Chapter 12 A New Plan

It was finally New Year's Eve. Steve had to work and would normally have come home early on the day before a holiday. The recent abuse to his rectum, however, would probably keep him working late to postpone any further abuse. He knew that he and Laura would be expected to report to the Chambeaux home quickly after he left work.

Laura had spent the day cleaning and trying to read. She was so distracted, though, by all of the recent changes that she just stared at the words on the page. She ended up spending more time cleaning than she had intended.

Katherine stopped by shortly before lunch and acted disappointed that Laura was clothed. Laura had been wearing a pair of cotton shorts and a tank top, but those were quickly removed when Katherine disapproved of her attire. They ate lunch together and then Laura was instructed to remain naked for the rest of the day. Katherine told the slavegirl to call her when Steve got home and she would send the chauffeur. Laura simply waited around for the rest of the day. The most productive activity that she performed was the shaving of her already hairless sex.

"So did she give you any idea what was going happen tonight?" asked a frantic Steve when he arrived home. Steve was still grappling with the loss of his anal virginity and was a bit on edge.

"None," replied Laura, "other than I am to call her once you get home so she can send the car. I'll call her now."

"Can't you wait just a bit?" pleaded Steve. "It won't hurt to spend a few minutes together."

"This slavery deal was not my idea and not my doing," responded Laura, testily. "But a deal's a deal. And when you have time off, we belong at their house according to the deal." She picked up the phone and called Katherine to inform her that Steve was home. Katherine told her to be ready in one hour. Steve was to wear a tuxedo. Laura was to wear an evening cape and nothing else other than shoes that would match. Laura felt a sense of dread overwhelm her at this news.

The limousine arrived an hour later and the drive escorted the couple to the car. They found the Chambeaux family already inside and they were instructed to kneel in the center of the floor. The two slaves faced Pierre and the two Chambeaux women were behind them.

"We are not big on parties," said Pierre when the slaves had gotten settled. "We thought that a nice dinner followed by a quiet evening at home would be best for this New Years." Neither of the married couple replied but just kept their eyes cast down.

Pierre reached out and cupped both chins, tilting them upward. "Smile," he said, "this should be a fun evening." Each gave him a weak smile but did not try to avert their eyes from his. He leaned forward and kissed Laura deeply and passionately and she silently cursed her body for starting to react so quickly. He left Laura's lips, leaving her panting, and gave Steve an identical kiss, causing him to want to jump right out of his skin.

"Two beautiful slaves," he smiled as he leaned back. "And so many ways to enjoy them. They are yours," he told Monique and Katherine, "until we get home. Then, I might want to sample one or both of them."

It was one of the finest restaurants in the city but Laura hardly tasted her food. She was too nervous, knowing that she was completely naked beneath the cape and that any one of her owners might decide to display her at any moment. Steve hardly ate a bite. He was not worried about what might happen at the restaurant but he was petrified at what the rest of the evening might hold in store. But dinner was uneventful. The only embarrassing moment for Laura was when Katherine held her by the waist as they walked out of the restaurant and reached her hand into the cape to squeeze one of the delicious untethered breasts. Laura hoped that nobody else saw that or they would think that she was some kind of wanton lesbian.

Ashley arrived shortly after the limousine dropped off the revelers at the Chambeaux home. Katherine had arranged for her to spend the night to celebrate New Years.

Pierre smiled and Monique stifled a groan of disappointment as the two girls selected Steve for the night. Pierre could play the role of the owner of a male slave but his heart was not in it. "Cherchez la femme," was his motto. Monique, however, had been looking forward to playing with the male slave and was disappointed that he would not be her toy for the night. She loved the act of teasing the slaveboy and the forbidden thrill of fucking him as his wife and her own husband watched.

But, she reminded herself, she also loved toying with the beautiful and easily embarrassed wife. And she also drew pleasure from watching her husband impale the girl. She decided that she loved being able to enjoy either one of the bound couple.

Steve found himself in Katherine's bedroom and was quickly disrobed by the two teenage nymphs. The first job that he was assigned was to teach the girls how to give a proper blowjob and he concluded that there were certain benefits to being a slave. At Steve's recommendation, the two took off their clothes and then each of the girls took turns under the tutelage of the male slave. He perched himself on the edge of the bed and gloried at the sight of the two beautiful teenagers kneeling side by side between his legs. "Use more lips." "Watch the teeth." "Try fluttering your tongue over the tip." "Lick it like a popsicle occasionally." The instructions went on and on and, eventually, the girls started calling him professor. At the end of the session, the world had two more expert fellatrixes.

Laura's evening was not nearly as entertaining; at least not for her. She had been bent over a sawhorse, which had earlier been placed in the center of the master bedroom. Her legs had been spread and each of her ankles was tied to one of the legs of the sawhorse. Her hands were bound behind her back and the top of the sawhorse dug into the tops of her thighs, leaving her upper body stretched horizontally in front of her bent form.

That would have been uncomfortable enough but, before bending her forward, Monique had attached nipple clamps to her tender breasts. These clamps made the clothespins from earlier in the week look like child's play. Their serrated edges bit into the stiff nubbins like little teeth. A fine chain ran from nipple to nipple and, when Monique hung led weights from the chain, Laura shrieked as the little teeth dug deeper into her flesh.

"Hush, little one," soothed Monique as she ran the back of her hand along Laura's back. "This will make you appreciate it even more when you don't have the clamps on."

Laura panted as she tried to adjust to the pain but it felt like her nipples were being crushed and eaten by the cruel jaws. Now, Monique was behind her with that same jar of lubricant that she had used on Steve, rubbing it around her little rosebud and into her bottom and she knew that the worst was yet to come. At the fist stab of Monique's finger, Laura jumped and immediately regretted her action as the lead weights danced on the chain sending new streaks of pain through her. She quickly realized that passively accepting the imminent abuse to her bottom was the only way to ease the pain that was burning into her breasts.

When Monique was satisfied with her work, she guided Pierre's cock to the forbidden channel and then, like her husband had experienced, Laura felt the huge pole slowly forcing its way into her. Monique stroked her back to soothe her and Laura made sure that her upper body remained as still as possible. She cried and whimpered but the log just continued its assault on her bottom. Monique started rubbing Laura's belly in soft circles telling her to relax and just welcome Pierre into her. As much as she tried, Laura just could not relax. Her chest felt like two red hot irons had been pushed into the centers of her breasts and now a fire raged in her sphincter. Eventually, Pierre was completely embedded in her bowels and Monique removed the punishing clamps.

"Such a good girl," remarked Monique as she gently squeezed the swaying orbs. "Such a perfect slavegirl."

Pierre started a slow pistoning motion which animated Laura's breasts. She was thankful that the horrible clamps were gone because she knew that her nipples would have been torn to shreds by the motion of the weights if she still wore them. Monique found a way to access Laura's open and exposed sex and started strumming the erect little clitoris, sending an unusual mix of pleasure and pain through her bound body.

Soon the pain turned to a dull ache as her ass adjusted to the invasion and, eventually, even the ache was gone. Her body was consumed with pleasure as Monique's talented fingers played with her body. Laura's entire mind focused on the fullness in her ass, her tingling clitoris, and the soft swaying of her breasts beneath her. She realized that, at this moment, she was nothing more than a complete sexual plaything. Her entire world was sexual and she wanted nothing more than to please and be pleased.

She passed out as she climaxed and hung limply over the sawhorse. She was not conscious when Pierre shot his seed deep into her bowels and was unaware when he finally withdrew from her bottom. When she awoke, it was the middle of the night and she was sandwiched between her two owners in bed. She had completely missed the moment of New Years.

It was at the moment of the earth-shattering climax that Monique had her epiphany. She had already concluded that she liked the role of mistress and she loved having total control power over others. She also concluded that Steve and Laura were perfect slaves for her family. They were young and fit and beautiful. The fact that they were also a happily married couple only added to the thrills that Monique felt as she used and abused their bodies.

She knew that the couple belonged to her for the next year and a half, but what would happen after that? Would she and Pierre have to go slaveless? Would they purchase or capture another slave or two? And even if they did somehow obtain new slaves, she could not imagine that they would be as fun or desirable as the Packsworth couple.

She knew that she had to find a way to prolong Steve's and Laura's slavery beyond their current term. She had not been able to think of how to do that until this moment, however. Monique realized that if she could condition them to need what Pierre and Monique provided, then they might voluntarily extend their slavery, perhaps indefinitely.

Seeing the powerful orgasm that Laura had just experienced provided the key to her plan. The girl had suffered horribly, both from the clamps and weights and the sodomizing that she had received. And yet the orgasm was monumental. If Monique could help Laura to associate pain with extreme pleasure, then the girl might not be able to leave without suffering a terrible emptiness.

She would have to condition Steve to have a similar dependence on Pierre and her, although she was not sure that she would want two pain sluts. It would take a good deal of thought and careful planning but now she had hope that the slavery might become permanent.