Aftermath

(AN: I usually don’t move this quick, but I needed a palate cleanser after that last one.

~W)

You’re driving home, almost there. You just crossed the Mississippi in Grand Rapids. Thankfully Tammy is riding back with you so as not to leave you alone with your thoughts. Sure there were happy endings had by all, but you can’t help but think that you crossed a line back there. Hopefully it’s one that you can come back from.

Tammy, attuned as always to your moods and needs, senses your discomfort and does her best to alleviate it. “You did what You had to do back there, Master.” Her voice drips with concern. “The girls are better off with You as a Male authority figure in their lives. You saw how quickly they submitted to You. Think of what would have happened if it had been a lesser man. i know that You will protect and care for them.”

The twins and Jan are driving back to Ely, with a promise to visit Duluth for Christmas, and fully intent of transferring to UMD or Scholastica to be closer to you. Chrissy was more than happy to drive back solo, also sensing your disquiet.

“Really Master, You can’t be so hard on yourself. the girls are obviously like me. They need a protector. And i can think of no one better than You.”

What Tammy doesn’t know is that you looked at the twins’ profiles. Just long enough to see the headings.

Sexuality: Lesbian

This should have never happened. You took away their agency, their choice. You used the damn power to change them. To warp them into what you wanted with no care for their needs. Throughout your life personal freedom has always been the most important thing to you, and now you’ve stolen it from someone else.

You will do better. You MUST do better.

“So Master, You have a date on Friday. Do You know what You’re going to wear?”

You mutter a nonresponse, but Tammy is insistent. God bless her, she’s trying to take your mind off things. She keeps up with chattering all the way back to Duluth while you mentally clobber yourself. You’re so worn down by the time you’re passing the mall that you just pull into the parking lot when she directs you to.

You rather listlessly allow her to drag you around Men’s Warehouse picking out shirts, slacks, and sports coats, lost in your own self-destructive misery. You finally snap out of it when she pushes you into a fitting room and squeezes in behind you.

“Tammy... no...”

“It hurts me to disobey, Master, but this is for Your own good.” She yanks your pants down and drops to her knees, giving you a blowjob that would make Jenna Haze green with envy.

You end up buying three suits. Two of them to ameliorate the damage to the salesman that walked in when you were fucking Tammy’s ass. The third one was the one she wanted you to get all along. You do feel quite a bit better about yourself and couldn’t be more thankful for Tammy, resolving to do something special for her soon.

So it’s with a fresh resolve to be a better person that you enter the apartment and are greeted by wonderful smells and an armful of enthusiastically cuddly Beth. Chrissy had apparently filled her in on the drive and the two of them had planned your welcome home. Chrissy herself takes your purchases from you as Beth leads you to the couch, the living room set up to emulate a Roman orgy with you as the guest of honor.

Your women spend the rest of the night tending to your needs and your ego, doing what they can to set your mind at ease, but in the back of your mind, one phrase repeats itself throughout the debauchery:

I MUST do better.

Would you, could you on a boat (4/5)

• Car
• Bar Bathroom
• Hotel
• Public Dressing Room
• Restaurant