'Janek Lehmann' Special - [1/10] Chapters. 4K words
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Suzanne and Amy were hanging out at the Plumr house after everyone had co back from church. Just as the group was finishing their lunches of shwarma wrapped in pita bread, the doorbell rang.
They all knew who was coming. Amy, the most energetic of the group, jumped up and ran to the door.
Sure enough, it was Brenda. She wore a trench coat even though it was a reasonably warm day outside. As soon as Amy closed the door, Brenda lifted the coat off her shoulders and let it drop dramatically to the floor.
Brenda was dressed for action. She wore black high-heeled boots up to her thighs and black arm-length gloves. But other than that, all she wore were thin black bikini bottoms, and one thin strip that went from the top of one hip, up over a tit, behind her neck and then back down over the other tit to et back up with the bikini bottoms at the top of the other hip. She was also heavily made up, with perfect hair.
Amy whistled approvingly. "Hey, everybody! Check this out. Talk about so yummy tit-flesh. Mmmm. You're so scrumptiously yumrific, Brenda."
Brenda smiled, amused at Amy's unique lingo. "Thank you, Mistress Amy. You're not looking too bad yourself. But why is everyone so dressed up? There's not a single exposed tit in the whole house!"
"What's up with this 'Mistress Amy' stuff?" Amy asked. "Like, you want us to tie you up and whip you or sothing?"
"Not a half bad idea, my mistress," Brenda demurred. "Didn't the others tell you?"
"Tell what?" Amy vaguely recalled Susan saying sothing yesterday about so new arrangent with Brenda, but she'd been too busy getting felt up by Katherine and sucking on Susan's boobs to pay much attention.
Katherine sat at a counter stool in the kitchen with Susan. They could see and hear Brenda in the entranceway, but Katherine walked up next to Amy and said, "About the lack of exposed tits. You've got a point, Brenda. Two big ones, actually." She giggled.
Brenda grabbed both of her firm lons and thrust them out as far as she could. God, I love these things! And to think that I used to almost hate my big tits. There were tis I even seriously thought about getting a breast reduction due to the backaches they occasionally give . Thank God I didn't do that! I love how easily they make Master Alan's dick hard. Now, rely sensing or thinking about my tits automatically makes think about his big cock, which is perhaps one reason why I have his cock on my mind nearly all the ti!
Susan asked Brenda, "So, how does it feel to finally be one of Alan's official personal cocksuckers?"
It was an obvious question, since Susan and Brenda had talked about it extensively on the phone since Brenda's "ceremony" on Friday, but Brenda was glad to repeat herself so all the others could hear too. "Oh! So GREAT! Gaawwwd, I love it so much! I know this may sound ridiculous, but it's given my life new purpose and aning. I swear, happiness for is seeing our master's cock hot and throbbing, and plunged deeply into so lucky slut's hot mouth, big set of tits, ass, or cunt! Even if it's not mine!"
Susan spoke proudly. "I don't think that's ridiculous at all. There's great satisfaction in serving."
"An," Katherine said. She reached out and tweaked both of Brenda's nipples through the thin strips of fabric over them. She rolled the remarkably elongated nipples around in her fingers. "Mmmm. That's what I'm talking about. Definitely tasty. But unfortunately we've all vowed to abstain from any orgasms until Alan gets back. So that's why it looks like we just got back from church. As a matter of fact, we did just get back from church."
"Oh." Brenda looked down at the floor, very disappointed. She dropped her large breasts and slumped in dejection, inadvertently causing her nipples to spring free of the thin black straps that had been covering them. Her mighty orbs, freed of restraints, bounced up and down, over and over.
She raised a hand to put the strap back into place, but Katherine reached out and gently stopped her with a hand. That turned into another brief nipple tweak. "Hold on, Brenda. Just because we're not getting all sexual today doesn't an you have to do the sa. Rember, the rules are sowhat different for you."
Katherine looked down and noticed that Brenda's thong in fact left most of her bush exposed. The two parts of the thong t right at Brenda's clit, and it looked like Brenda would get delightfully stimulated with every step she took. Katherine very much approved of that, but she looked back up at Brenda's chest and complained, "Do you not rember what Suzanne told you?"
Brenda rembered. She murmured abashedly, "I'm not supposed to cover up my nipples if I can help it, Mistress Katherine."
Katherine and Amy both nodded encouragingly. Katherine answered, "That's right. And you don't want to cross Suzanne, believe . Do you believe in my mother's Big Tits Theory?"
"Of course. My enormous breasts are proof that I've been placed on this Earth to sexually serve my superiors. I have no doubt about it. And all of you are my superiors, Alan most of all."
"Well then, let's see your glories in their full glory."
Brenda dramatically pulled the straps over her breasts aside and thrust her bared chest forward again. She happily thought of one of Susan's favorite quotes from Alan, which had beco one of her favorites as well: "Thrust your chest out and proudly poke your big tits high in the air, because you have nothing to be ashad of." That's what I'm doing too, Master Alan!
Katherine smiled. "That's better. But co on in. Can we fix you so lunch?"
"No thanks. I just ate... Um, Mistress Katherine." Brenda blushed. She was still getting used to using mistress titles.
Brenda followed the two daughters with her back still arched to thrust her bouncing boobs even more prominently than usual. The sight was so mouth-wateringly arousing that by the ti they reached the kitchen counter, everyone was quite horny. Hello kisses followed all around.
Brenda got (and gave in return) enthusiastic French kisses and tit gropes from everyone but Suzanne. The dark red-haired, green-eyed beauty barely gave Brenda a peck on the cheek.
Everyone noticed Suzanne's unusual behavior.
Brenda imdiately blad herself. "Did I do sothing to displease you, Mistress Suzanne? I'm sorry that my nipples were covered up when I first ca in, but I thought I'd quickly remove-"
Suzanne cut in, "No, don't worry about that. It's nothing. I'm just not in the mood. Why don't you all have fun together. I'm going to go lay out by the pool for a while."
She got up, opened the sliding door leading to the patio, and went outside. Her church clothes weren't the thing to wear for lounging in the sun, but in truth she just wanted to be alone for a little while. Brenda's abject subservience reminded her of her own issues with Alan and the new family pact in a negative way. She also was worrying about Glory and if she'd been wise to tell Glory her great secret. Furthermore, Alan being gone was making her feel especially pissy.
Brenda didn't say anything, but her face was full of consternation.
Susan spoke up. "Don't worry, Brenda. It's not you. For so reason, Suzanne seems to be in a bad mood today. She's been like that all morning, and doubly so since we got back from church. I haven't seen her smile once all day. She was kind of moody last night too, now that I think about it."
Brenda frowned even more. In her new, submissive relationship with the Plumr family, she tended to bla herself for any problem, even if she had nothing to do with it.
Katherine imdiately saw the frown, and consoled, "Don't worry, Brenda. She's probably just missing Alan. Like all of us."
That made Brenda feel better. "Mistress Katherine, if you don't mind, I have a suggestion. Please take off all of your heavy clothes and I'll help you take your mind off him. Then I'll go down on everyone else. It's the least I can do." She licked her lips in anticipation of this "chore" she'd have to "suffer" through.
But the others showed no reaction to that except frustrated frowns.
Brenda thought, and then said, "No, wait. Scratch that. None of you are having any climaxes today. Well, if you won't have any, then I won't either. We'll all stick together."
Susan spoke up. "Hold on, Brenda. That's a nice thought, but if you do that, how are we going to complete your slave training? That's why we had you co over in the first place."
Since Amy had spaced out in the earlier discussions, she asked, "What training?"
Susan explained, "Amy dear, don't you rember what the five of us discussed on Friday, after Tiger left? How Brenda is going to be the Plumr house slave from now on? That ans she's going to be your slave too. This isn't a ga; it's very much what she wants to do. Permanently, I think."
Brenda nodded in affirmation.
Amy said, "I know that, but I don't rember any talk about training."
Susan continued, "I guess that was more sothing I've talked about with her over the phone since then. Rember, it's not like the rest of us, where we play around with the sex-slave fantasy. She's hard core about it. She wants to be a true slave! But while she's very enthusiastic, she's never been any kind of slave before, except in her dreams, so she needs so training. And heck, to be honest, we need the practice too, to figure out how to handle her. I don't know the first thing about slave managent, and I'm sure you don't either. I wish Suzanne wasn't having one of her moods, 'cos she'd know what to do."
Amy looked over at Brenda, who nodded again, indicating everything Susan said was true. Then Amy asked to Susan, "What does that an: 'a true slave'? That's so weird! Is she going to be in chains and stuff?"
"No," Susan explained patiently. "Not unless she wants to. It's just a state of mind. It's sothing that excites and fulfills her. She told us she wants to be Alan's 'sex pet,' and she takes that quite literally."
Amy pouted, "But I'm his sex pet too, aren't I? Isn't that true for all of us? Especially after The Pact?"
"Of course that's true. We've all pledged our bodies to endlessly serving him. But Brenda, well, she's kind of taken the service idea to an even deeper level. It ans that she'll do anything we ask her to do. Any of us, you included. She lives to serve us and please us, especially sexually, just as we live to sexually serve Alan. And if she fails to do what we command, she gets punished."
Brenda got down on her knees, bowed her head, and stated in almost zombie-like fashion, "I am a sexual plaything made only to serve the Plumr family." It was sothing she'd repeated in her head many tis a day since the pivotal events last Friday.
Amy said to Susan, "Wow! That's wild. I guess I didn't fully understand until now. I'm still not sure, actually. For instance, do you an I could order her to lick my muff and she would, just like that?" Amy snapped her fingers.
As soon as those words left Amy's mouth, Brenda scooted forward a bit, and ducked under Amy's long dress. Remarkably, Amy was wearing underwear for once, since she'd just co ho from church, but Brenda pulled that away and had her mouth on Amy's shaved pussy lips within seconds of Amy's question. Despite the ban on orgasms, she wanted to show Amy how well she could serve her.
"WOW!" Amy exclaid while the others giggled. "That's service! Gosh, this is soooo neat! But, I an, how is that so different from the rest of us? Aunt Susan, if you asked to lick your pussy, my tongue would be on it before you could say 'sarsaparilla.'"
Brenda anwhile continued pussy licking, causing Amy's eyes to go wide.
Susan explained, "That's true, and I'd do the sa for you. The difference is that I'd ask you to go down on , but I'd order Brenda to. And I know we're usually in the mood; in fact we're just about always in the mood, but what if you're not in the mood sohow? What if you were just really tired one day? So tired that you didn't want to fuck?"
"Gosh. I'd have to be super duper tired, then."
Susan grinned at that youthful enthusiasm. "But the point is, you can choose. You can say no. But Brenda can't. She doesn't want to have the freedom to say no. That may sound cruel, but that's the way she wants it. I know it sounds strange, but Suzanne has explained to that ever since Brenda discovered her true self, she wants and needs to serve us. She even needs to get punished regularly. In fact, she likes that part more than anything. Isn't that right, Brenda?"
Brenda paused in her lapping and spoke up from the darkness under Amy's dress. "I'm sorry, Mistress Susan! I'm a BAD slave. A naughty slave! It's so wrong of to crave punishnt. I think you need to punish for that. A spanking. I need a real good spanking!"
Amy, Katherine, and Susan all laughed at the way Brenda confird the crazy logic behind what Susan had said.
Susan said to Amy, but also to Katherine, "See what I an? For Brenda, everything is an excuse for a spanking. Your mom and I were talking about this yesterday, and we've decided to institute a reverse punishnt system. Brenda will get spanked after she does things well. That way it'll be a reward, though we can play like it's a punishnt. When she actually does sothing bad, we'll punish her by taking away her slave status. She'll have to dress up, underwear and all, and watch TV."
Suddenly Brenda pulled herself out from Amy's dress and looked up at Susan, her eyes wide with horror. "Watch TV? Fully dressed? With underwear? What are you talking about? That's the last thing I want to do when I'm at the Plumr house. That's just so ... normal!"
Susan giggled. "That's the point. Suzanne's so smart. It was her idea. She said that unless we did that, Brenda, you'd probably slowly destroy the house and drive us all crazy in an attempt to get spanked more and more."
Brenda folded her arms beneath her trendous tits and huffed, "Well, I must submit to the decisions of my superiors. But what am I supposed to do to get spanked, then?!"
Amy lifted her dress back up over Brenda's head and said, "I know! If you get off real good with that licking, I'll promise to spank you really hard."
Brenda imdiately dove back into Amy's snatch.
But before she could get more than a few licks in, Katherine pointed out, "Um, Aims, I hate to bring this up, but what about the no orgasms ban until Alan gets back?"
"Oh. Dagnammit. Golly geez! That's frustrating. Brenda, you'd better stop while I still have the willpower to say that."
Brenda stopped and pulled out from under the dress again. She looked crestfallen, even as Amy's pussy juice dripped down her cheeks. "Whatever you say, Mistress Amy. But with all of you abstaining all weekend, how can I earn a spanking? Maybe if I clean up the house really well, will you-"
Susan spoke up. "That's another thing, Amy. Rember that Brenda's going to be doing most of the chores around the house from now on, too."
Amy said, "I rember that, but I don't really understand it."
"Be that as it may, she says that's what she wants. That's what full slaves do."
"That's right, Mistress Susan," Brenda agreed, while she licked up the cum on her face and swallowed it down. "But slaves most definitely do NOT wear underwear and watch TV. That's just so ... wrong! Licking Master Alan's huge, hot pole for hours on end while he watches a good movie, or making you all snacks while you watch sothing together, now those are the kind of things a slave should do." She looked resolutely at the others. "My role is to serve my master and mistresses! I am here rely to give you all pleasure!"
"And to get spanked," Susan pointed out. "You have your needs too. In fact, Suzanne says you're going to be very high maintenance with all your spanking and sexual needs."
Brenda blushed slightly. She knew that was true.
"But Mom," Amy asked, "I still don't get it. Why would a woman with tits as large as small waterlons, a cute baby face, and loads of money want to be a slave?"
"That's what turns her on and makes her happy. Suzanne explained it all to . Amy, I know it seems bizarre to you right now, but if you think about my Big Tits Theory, it makes perfect sense. God obviously made horny, big-titted won to sexually please others. The bigger the tits, the more true that is, so a woman with hooters like hers would naturally want to be a full slave."
"Gosh. I didn't realize." Amy seed very impressionable. She suddenly opened her mouth wide and gasped, "Wait a minute! My boobies are getting a lot bigger lately. Does that an..."
"Yes. As your bustline continues to grow, you'll feel an increasingly insistent need to suck and fuck your master. You'll live for lusty, busty sex with him, even more than you do now." Susan really believed that.
Amy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Even MORE? Wow!"
Susan gently tweaked one of Brenda's long nipples. "It's remarkable, I know. Suzanne says Brenda will remain almost orgasmically happy rely by the act of serving us. Sothing like vacuuming the floor is a sexual act for her. The more degrading and demanding we are to her, the more she loves it. However, Tiger is a very nice boy, as we all know, and there are certain things I'm sure he won't allow anyone to do to her, even though she'd love it. But we can spank her, for instance, and if we spank her she'll be in seventh heaven. We need to practice that, so why don't we do that right now?"
Brenda's eyes went wide and she clutched her legs together as if she'd accidentally peed.
Katherine rolled her eyes. "Brenda, don't tell you just climaxed from Susan saying you'd get spanked."
"No," Brenda admitted. "But it made all gushy. See?" She sat up on her knees and pulled her sopping wet bikini bottoms to the side of her crotch.
Katherine was amazed at the rivers of pussy juice flowing down both of Brenda's thighs, even though she already knew Brenda was a copious leaker. She wanted to dive right in and enjoy the taste, but then she rembered the no orgasms vow. "Damn!" she cried out. "Brenda, that looks so tasty, but I can't. Not now. None of us have cum since Saturday morning. It's going to be so tough making it until Alan gets back."
All four of them sighed as they contemplated just how true that was.
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