"I need this?" she asked incredulously.
He reached out and placed his hand over hers, squeezing lovingly. "Yes, dear. You need this."
"Oh," she said softly. "I need this? I didn't know."
"How many times did you climax yesterday?" he asked.
Innocence blushed at the question and glanced around nervously to make sure nobody could hear their conversation. "I don't know. I wasn't counting."
"Well, roughly how many?" he persisted. "Was it more than two?"
She cast her eyes down and nodded.
"Five or more?"
She nodded and kept her eyes down. "More."
"Ten?"
Her blush deepened. "More, I think."
"Would you believe me if I told you that you climaxed fourteen times?" he asked. "You may not have been counting but Katy was."
Innocence bit her lower lip nervously at the revelation. This was so embarrassing to her.
"Now, I don't want to hear any of this silly nonsense about it being wrong," he continued. "You could not have been so orgasmic if it was wrong. It was right for you and your slave heart."
"But I was happy being your girl," she said. "I wanted to be with you."
"You will still be with me. You do belong to me," he replied. "And it is a wonderful gift that you have provided to me. And I know that you want me to be happy. It makes me very happy to share you with Katy."
Innocence sighed, realizing that she was losing this debate. It still seemed wrong to her but she knew that she would not be able to change things about it. She could accept her new status or leave and seek a divorce. The latter was unimaginable to her. She loved Richard too much to even consider leaving.
The former was also difficult to imagine. She loved playing at domination and submission. Being submissive came naturally for her and she found it to be exceptionally stimulating. But now, instead of just calling her his little slave girl, he was expecting her to actually be his slave. Not only that, but she would also be owned and controlled by his daughter.
The sex was great. That much was true. She enjoyed the earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasms that she received when she was treated as a slave. And she was constantly aroused nowadays. But she couldn't let herself be ruled by her pussy, could she?
"Do you have to share me?" she asked. When he first started talking about sharing his girl with others, it had been exciting; scary but exciting. But she never dreamed that she would be given to Kaitlin. It was so embarrassing to be owned by someone four years younger than her.
"I don't have to," replied Richard. "But it pleases me to do so. And it pleases Katy to be able to own you."
Innocence sighed again before responding. "Yes, Master."
Richard smiled and squeezed her hand again. "Good girl. You are doing the right thing. You'll see. And you will be very happy."
"Katy wants you again tomorrow," he went on. "And she plans to take you to a party as her date on Friday."
"Her date?" blinked Innocence.
"Yes, her date," replied Richard. "Sort of."
Chapter 8
Wednesday was much like Monday had been. Richard left early in the morning for the office and Kaitlin claimed her new property once she woke up. Throughout the day, Innocence was constantly bound and again was frequently attached to something. And once again, she lost track of the number of orgasms she received.
She was only punished once that day. Until now, Innocence had been on the receiving end of all of the orgasms. In the early afternoon, Kaitlin declared that it was time for the slave to "start earning her keep."
Kaitlin secured Innocence in a keeling position with her wrists bound to her ankles. Then the young mistress disrobed. Innocence was horrified when she realized what was going to be expected of her. She protested and complained. She had never done anything like this before and had no desire to start now. Four stripes of the cane across her breasts and belly convinced her that licking another girl was not so bad after all.
She felt humiliated as she scooped her tongue through Kaitlin's slick petals. Her owner was already very aroused and Innocence got a good taste of another woman for the first time. It turned out to be not as bad as she feared. But she was still humiliated at being forced to do something so degrading.
Several times, she glanced upward as she licked and tongued Kaitlin's pussy. One time, Kaitlin was looking back down and watching her. Innocence quickly averted her eyes in embarrassment at someone watching her do something so decadent.
The other times, Kaitlin's eyes were closed and she had a dreamy look on her face. Innocence was flickering her tongue over her mistress' clit and she watched Kaitlin's response. Her belly would tighten and then quiver for a moment. Her breasts jiggled slightly with each quiver, animating them and sending the nipples jumping and leaping throughout the air.
Kaitlin was remarkably beautiful. Innocence considered herself to be a devout heterosexual but even she admired Katy's body. The breasts were firm and full and were even larger than her own. Innocence guessed them to be D cup in size. The nipples were long and very stiff at the moment and almost seemed to be slicing through the air each time the breasts moved. The stiff nubbins were surrounded by small areolae that were no larger than a quarter.
Her waist was very narrow and her body was toned. She did not have an ounce of excess weight and the weight that she did have was perfectly distributed on her tall frame. And her face was beautiful. She knew from past experience that Kaitlin could run the full gamut of expressions from angel to vamp just by changing her smile. Right now, she looked angelic.
"Ooooo, that's good, pet," cooed Kaitlin as Cency's tongue continued to flutter. Kaitlin reached out with one hand and stroked the slave girl's hair as if to comfort her and give her approval.
"Mmmm," she added a little later. "You can't convince me that you've never done this before. You're just too good at this."
Innocence continued to flicker her tongue over the sensitive little nubbin, occasionally pausing to scoop between the petals or stab into her owner's sex. She honestly had no experience doing this with another woman but she knew the kinds of things that she liked. She just focused on doing the things that she would want done to her.
Her life had certainly changed quickly in the past couple of days. Or had it changed all that quickly? She thought back to the past year of her life. She had been introduced to submission almost a year earlier when she was the model for Richard's class. Since that time, her submission had been gradually escalated by Richard as the relationship grew and developed.
At some point, that she could not identify, she had crossed the bridge from being a submissive to being a slave. She remembered the day when Richard had told her that she no longer needed a safe word.. Maybe that was when the transition was made.
Regardless of when it happened, she now knew that she was his slave. And she knew that, as a slave, she had no rights. The thought was repugnant to her on one level. After all, she was a college graduate with a promising future ahead of her. She planned to get her doctorate and become a professor, just like her husband. She was due to start her doctoral studies in just a couple of weeks.
But while it was repugnant to her on one level, it was very rewarding on another level. She took comfort in others taking responsibility. It was very satisfying when someone else had control. Plus, her body certainly found it very much to its liking. She was constantly aroused these days. Even now, when she was being forced to do something that she viewed as deviant, her sex was positively flowing.