Gimme that sweet, ill-gained hedonism

I could see their pretty little minds immediately running in circles.

This opportunity wasn't only a massive, momentous point in their new lives - it was also a deeply disturbing one.

I was playing with their precious feelings. Taking something as sacred as "love" and just turning it into a competition.

I understood I wasn't a nice guy. Perhaps this darkness was always inside me... Perhaps my time with Michelle made me a non-believer in love... I didn't really care.

All of this was just too much fun.

I wanted to see what they would do.

For me.

For my pleasure.

For me alone.

My bitch of a boss and my better-than-everyone-around-her rival.

That's right. Compete for my divine benevolence, you arrogant bitches.

They both looked so fuckable and ****, all naked with the proof of my ownership shackled around their necks. So... deliciously bewildered by my words.

...Neither had made a move yet. Either they were sorting out their feelings about this... or, more likely, knowing their intelligence... coming up with a gameplan.

Gretchen made the first move.

Like she usually seemed to do.

Always less of a thinker than Lana, and more of a doer.

She crawled on her knees in front of my feet.

She looked up at me with shy, trembling submission.

"Without you.... master... I'm nothing. I'm... I'm less than... than a speck between your toes. I'm a... bug you can stomp on and not even notice my existence. It took... It took me a while to realize... But my life before you took me was... not a life. It was a lie. I treated you with... contempt and hate. I don't know why. I guess... I just didn't see the great man you actually w-were."

She took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"The only explanation for my action... is that... I was a b-bitch... and a c... cunt. And... And you... you cured me of that. My life, my achievements... It was all empty. Nothing. Just layers of facades. I thought they made me happy... But after you took me... I realized how pointless it all was. With you... I haven't felt anything this strong in my entire life. I owe you everything... master. Every moment you... keep me close to you... Is more than a meaningless, c-cunty speck like me will ever... deserve."

Then... she gently lowered her lips on my toes.

Soon she was not only kissing them... But sucking on them too.

She took my big toe into her mouth... And just licked every part of it. So gently. Like it was something that she was afraid of breaking.

That speech... I knew she was far gone, but still... And she didn't stutter nervously, like she usually did...

...Was that stuff she had actually been thinking about?

Did some of those worship-levels from yesterday infect her mind permanently?

I mean, she sounded... Kinda serious?

Just watching her hot, pornographic body bent over at my feet, her voluptuous ass in the air... It didn't even matter that much to me if she was serious. Just as long as she kept acting this way forever.

Then... Lana stood up.

I half expected her to crawl to my feet as well... But I guess Gretchen already stole that move.

She had to go bigger.

She walked past Gretchen, and sat beside me on the bed.

Effortlessly leaning her smoking hot, naked body against mine.

She locked eyes with me.

She didn't say anything... just gently placed her hand against my chest, and slowly pushed me down on the sheets with her.

The experience was oddly... calm.

It was a brave move on her part. She knew I didn't like to be bossed around... But the way she took me down with her... It was more like a gentle suggestion. A request I fulfilled.

I expected her to continue...

But then we just laid there.

Next to each other.

For a good while.

In peace and quiet.

I suddenly felt like I could just relax.

These women were so thoroughly under my power... I had nothing to fear.

I could just enjoy the small loving nibbling sensation on my toes...

And the weirdly soothing sensation I was getting from lying next to Lana, and staring into her.

This was usually the point I'd order them to suck my dick or something like that... But this time, that would break the competition. Also... I wasn't hating this.

Lana leaned her body closer to mine. She was practically hugging my side, and I felt her hefty tits squeezing into my elbows.

She crossed her leg across my torso, and hugged me even tighter.

I felt her warmth. Her intimacy.

She wanted to envelop me.

I could feel her lips against my ear.

Then... Nothing happened.

Again.

It was really strange.

I thought these women would rip each other apart and dive straight for my dick in an effort to prove their superiority.

That's not what was happening.

This was tender. This was deliberately slow.

This wasn't about fucking...

This was about... loving.

I could feel Gretchen tongue ever-so-slowly moving from my toes to the arches of my feet.

I could feel Lana's passionate breathing and quiet moaning in my ear.

Jesus, ladies.

How hard do you want me to get? I could already smash a diamond with what was in my boxers.

And then... In a very soft, sensual, almost whisper-like tone... Lana started talking into my ear.

"Jack... I think... All those times... That I sat across you in the office... I always felt... your energy."

She took a soft moment to breathe.

"Back then... I didn't know what it was... But I think I... fully understand it now..."

She moaned quietly into my ear...

Just to make this ASMR-experience even more overwhelming.

I barely even noticed that Gretchen had progressed to my thighs now.

"You were always my... 'buddy boy'... despite you hardships, despite your troubles... I somehow felt like... I needed to take care of you... like that what I was meant to... do..."

She breathed lustily in my ear again, laying her arm across my chest.

It was harder and harder to focus on what Gretchen was doing...

"And... And now... I truly want to be there for you... Help you... Do your... biddings... And I never thought... that the idea... of a man owning me... Could feel so... fucking right..."

Lana's hand was now slowly traveling down my body.

"I guess I was just a... kinky, fucked-up **** all along... And... And... I need you to know... Every moment I breathe... Every moment I exist... Is because I'm meant to bring you pleasu-"

She had to cut her speech short.

She had clearly planned her monologue to end the moment she grabbed my cock.

But, instead... her hand just felt a bunch of Gretchen's hair.

Gretchen had slowly and quietly made her way to my dick... Had freed it from its boxers, and was now kissing and licking it sensually. Gretchen did all this so quietly... Lana didn't even notice it with her face glued to mine.

slurp... smack... slurrrp.... slick... slpopp....

And now Gretchen finally allowed herself to make a little bit more noise.

Perhaps even to taunt Lana.

It was easy to tell that Lana was a little irked by having her performance cut short.

Her very convincing... performance.

That stuff about "buddy boy"... Was that actually real?

Did she use that nickname... affectionally?

I mean, I could **** her to answer me truthfully... But once again, that would break the rules I set here.

And... I guess it didn't even matter anymore.

Maybe the old me would have had a chance with her. Who cares. It would have just been another boring relationship where she'd probably boss me around and bleed me dry in the end.

I'd rather just drown in pleasure with multiple slaves.

For a second, it looked like Lana almost considered kicking Gretchen in the face, just to get her off me.

But, despite her extra competitive traits... She knew that doing something like that would lessen my pleasure... And therefore, a mistake.

We both watched Gretchen's teasing slurping for a few seconds, until Lana seemed to figure out what she needed to do. A cruel smile appeared on her face.

"Isn't she an excellent fluffer?" she whispered, and slowly moved her body on top of mine.

She kissed my lips passionately... and slowly backed her body downwards.

Gretchen probably realized what was happening too late. I could feel her quickly trying envelop my whole dick into her mouth... but it was too late now.

Lana's ass was pushing her face out... all the while her crotch was taking ownership of my cock.

I could still feel Gretchen's **** lips trying to gobble up the tip, until Lana's double cheeks took over everything... mashing her face helplessly off me.

And then... Once my dick was freed... She grabbed a hold of it and gracefully slipped it inside her pussyhole.

Not fully, of course. Nobody could just slide my mammoth into their cervix like it's nothing. But she was well on her way. Successfully taking things a step higher than Gretchen did.

She took a hold of my hands, bit her lower lip and looked pleadingly into my eyes.

"Please, master... Please... Fuck your ****... I... I... have so much love I need you.... to feel..."

...

Oof... even her soft, shy intonation... and the way she looked into me...

I almost could believe it was all real.

It was good enough to grant her request.

I put my hands on her hips...

And thrusted upwards.

Making all of me disappear inside her.

She arched her back and moaned in powerful ecstasy.

With the metal tag "my former rival" still clanking on her collar... I proceeded to give my conceited, self-important ex-rival the fucking she would not forget.

GRETCHEN

No.

No, no.

This was not... going well.

I definitely had an early lead, but...

The fucking ginger bitch had whispered some shit into my master's ear.

And then shoved her disgusting ass into my face.

And now he was actually fucking her.

Fully fucking her.

As roughly as he fucked me yesterday.

...I hated her. I hater her with every fiber of my being.

I was the first. I was master's first. And she had to come in and ruin everything.

Flaunting that collar like it made her special now.

The ginger-fucking-cunt who was never actually that good of a writer.

I should have never hired her.

Back then, I thought she was talented and loyal... And now her ass swung up and down in front of my face as she fucked MY MASTER.

But what I hated more than that...

Was how hot this scene was making me.

...I hated the fact that I was rubbing my clit to this.

To her fucking my master. And absolutely humiliating me with every bounce.

Moaning and shouting in ecstasy as my master's cock mashed up her insides.

nngghh...

I have to... stop... mmmmasturbating...

Oh god, why was I like this? Wasn't it enough that he humiliated me every chance he got? Why did I have to... ngh... revel in my humiliation? And get off on it?

But... This feeling... I hated to say it... But rubbing my clit to this... the sensation in pussy... it felt even better than when he fucked me...

No, no, no!

I couldn't jill off while this was happening!

I had to stop this passiveness!

Lana was going to win at this rate, and there was no chance in Hell I could let that happen!

What could I do?

...

L-lick his ballsack and shaft... while he f-fucked her?

...

Shit, fuck, I didn't have better plans.

I just dove straight into his balls.

Hungrily stuffing both of his ballsacks into my mouth, licking his precum and sweat while he fucked another woman on top of me.

nomnomgurglenom...

...ugh... Was this helping?

Was this helping me in any way?

Or... was I just some ball-licker he didn't even notice?

ngh... It was strange, but...I think I was starting to secretly love how he tasted... How his cock tasted... How his balls tasted...

It just tasted of... power...

I could keep doing this and be happy...

The only problem was this bitch smearing her cunt juices all over it.

I really just wanted to push her off...

No... No, I needed to show my love... And I couldn't deprive my master of any pleasure...

what... what could I do?

Should I... Should I lick his asshole?

I... I had never done that before...

...

Fine!

With only a tiny hesitation... I stuck my tongue along his crack.

He definitely noticed that, his whole body twitched slightly.

eugh... so, so salty...

I... I never thought I would **** myself to this level... To actually... licking a man's ass...

I mean I... I had degraded myself multiple times in much more awful ways, but...

All those times... he had ordered me to do so...

Now I did it just because I...

But... if...

Oh, Lana was leaning against his chest now...

She was whispering something into his ear again...

...This wasn't enough.

...I could never win like this.

Lana was getting way more intimate with him.

I needed to something even more drastic.

I looked around the room.

The sounds of Lana's increasingly ecstatic moaning and the slimy humping were making it extremely hard to concentrate.

Wait...

I saw stuff in his closet, when I took out that collar...

Like...

Well...

Everything was allowed, right?

LANA

Oh fuckyeah...

I could feel my pussy about to burst...

I knew it wouldn't... since he controlled it with his godlike powers...

But just the constant sensation of almost getting there...

I'd sell my own grandmother to slavery just to have him finally release me...

And I wanted him to do it here... Not with that weirdo in the dungeon...

I wanted to cum with him. For him. In his presence.

To share this bliss with him.

Because... I think I truly...

I wanted to be his only one. And if not that... His most important one.

And, after all this time and all the sexual manipulation he had put me through...

It felt so weirdly liberating to just... have vanilla sex... with me on top.

Almost... Like all of this was normal.

Like his massive cock penetrating in and out of my pussy while his other slavegirl licked his nuts was normal.

He wasn't even **** me... Just looking into my eyes intensely.

Almost like... we were a normal couple...

I threw my arms around his head and kissed him passionately, letting my lips linger above his in pure exhaustion.

I wanted to show him everything I'd show my most precious boyfriend.

My full love, my full devotion... Everything that was inside me...

"Master... I want to feel like this forever..." I let out.

And I truly meant that.

I was just drowning in the moment.

It was increasingly hard for me to even remember this was a competition.

Until a sudden, forceful sensation in my ass killed the intimacy I was feeling.

I growled in surprise, as I felt both of my holes filling up and the hefty weight of another person suddenly on top of me.

I felt big tits smashing into my back as someone grabbed a hold of my boobs from behind.

...It took a few seconds to understand what was going on...

And then I realized.. Gretchen had penetrated my ass with a strap-on...

Without. Even. A. Fucking. Warning.

My boss was assraping me.

It took everything in me not to tear her body in half.

"Look, master!" she blurted out with demented exhilaration, "For your love... For your enjoyment... I- I will show you all my depravity!"

My master just smiled deviously.

MICHELLE

My ear was against the bedroom door.

Every single sound I heard... Made me almost violently ill.

I needed to get away from this fucking lunatic.

...But I was too horny to do anything but keep fingering my pussy...