“You’re not allowed to fuck anymore”

Carrie laughs. She doesn’t think you’re serious. Certainly not after she’s proven herself to be such a hot, willing partner. You say nothing. And eventually she reads your face and her own face drops.

You so infrequently see your girlfriend do anything even close to panicking. “That’s impossible.” She says “that doesn’t make sense. You’re punishing yourself.” As she says it you see a glint in her eyes. She understands how she’s wrong.

“No I’m not.” You explain anyway. “You are going to find women for me to fuck. And you are going to watch. But don’t worry. You’ll get to fuck again. The day your sister visits.”

“That’s so mean” Carrie says, a smirk in her voice.

“Now do you regret saying you’d do ‘anything?’ You ask

“No” Carrie responds. “Because it’s so... hot.” Her hands rub her thighs. “Am I allowed to masturbate?”

“Is she allowed to masturbate?” The woman from the tattoo parlor asks. This is about a week later. Carrie is in the corner, her collar on, her leash strung up and tied to the curtain rod. Watching as your cock slides through the woman’s tits.

She squeezes them together for you. Her name is Maude, which you’d have never expected. But as you had expected, she’s a wild fuck parter. She’s already drooled and licked all over your cock, balls, and taint. Now she’s happily titty fucking you.

“No,” you say “she’s not allowed to masturbate. Is that cruel.”

“Mmm” Maude responds looking down at your thick member gliding between her massive tits. “A good master sets strict, clear rules.”

And one of your rules is that she must watch even if you seem to be enjoying the other women just as much if not more than her. Which you plan on demonstrating.

“I love red hair” You say to Maude as you slide your cock into her bushy twat.

“I used to shave. Then a friend told me it’s more fun to prove to people that I’m a natural redhead.”

“Was your friend eating you out at the time?” You ask.

“Of course” Maude’s hands reach out and squeeze your flesh. She so very different at fucking than Carrie is. You wonder how much Carrie notices. She is watching intently.

“I don’t mind” Terri says at the prospect of being watched. “I think it’s pretty naughty that she’s going to watch me use all her toys.” It’s a few days later.

Terri looks amazing naked. Her breasts aren’t huge, but her body is tight, freckle covered, with a 6 pack.

“I loooove toys” she’d said earlier “that’s how I got the job at the adult shop. I went there so much, they practically knew me when I applied”

The toy she enjoys the most is a purple duel headed item that bends around and plugs into both her twat and asshole. She thrusts agains the floor with it inside her while inviting your cock into her mouth for a good throat fucking. “Trust me. I’m very good at this” she says taking you deep into her face, her body jerking and wrenching, spit pouring out between her lips and your member. She’s gagging hard and you think she’s not going to make it, until she finally pulls her lips off your member, saliva everywhere.

“Can she do that?” She asks, spit bubbling between her lips.

“Actually she never gags at all” You say.

Terri’s face wrinkles up “what’s the fun in that? Isn’t this better?”

“Yeah. I guess it is.” You say.

And through it all, leashed and collared, Carrie watches.

“She just watches? You don’t punish her or anything?” Yasmin asks a week and a half later. Her nude body is so differs from Terri’s but so gorgeous. Thick and fleshy, a true hourglass with a sprinkle of star tattoos on her hip.

“Well, I suppose watching is the punishment.” You say, curling your fingers inside her.

“But can I, like, slap her or something?”

You hadn’t considered it but you don’t see why not. So you end up fucking Yasmin doggy style inches from Carrie as she braces herself with one hand and slaps your girlfriend with the other.

Yasmin grunts. Carrie grunts. Yasmin sweats. Carrie spits as her cheek turns red.

“I can’t believe you let your boyfriend do this.” Yasmin says through moans and laughter.

“I do anything” Carrie replies, her own breath panting as if she’s participating in the fucking. But she just watches.

A day later, your fingers brush over Carrie’s clit, teasing her. “What have you learned?” You ask.

“I’ve learned that... I’m not that special. Lots of girls are willing to fuck your brains out.”

“Know What makes you special though?” You ask, still teasing her. She doesn’t seem to know so you tell her. “The others come and go. But you’re special because you stay”

“Yes”

“Because you’re mine. You’re my ****.”

“Being your **** is the greatest thing I’ve ever done.”

Damn. It really happened. This was supposed to be a show you put on for Carrie’s sister. But something changed. You changed. She definitely changed. And it became real.

“Please Master, may I cum?” She asks