Just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
The next chapter is with my editor. And I’m nearly finished writing chapter 33. I want to do one more draft before it’s ready for editing.
Here’s a preview of Chapter 32: Decisions. Mark and Mary have freed their slaves and the girls grapple with the most important decision of their lives. This passage is from Desiree’s POV.
I stretched out on our bed and watched Alison’s ass as she bent down to root in our dresser. Her tight, wet slit was on display between her slim thighs, swollen and flushed from her orgasms. She found the strap-on, pulling the clear, plastic harness up her legs. A hot pink dildo was attached to the front, and Alison expertly tightened the straps. We had a lot of experience using it on each other. Alison posed, stroking her fake cock. The only other thing she wore was a gold choker, her name written in diamonds.
A similar choker was about my neck, my name written in onyxes. It proclaimed me the slut of Mark and Mary. Sudden anger blossomed inside me and I reached behind my neck to take the vile slave collar off.
“What are you doing?” Alison gasped.
I frowned at her. “I’m taking this damned thing off.”
“You don’t want to be their slut anymore?” Alison asked. There were tears brimming in her eyes.
“You do?” I asked, stunned. Why would Alison want to stay with them?
Alison sat on the bed next to me, taking my dark hands in her pale grip, kissed my knuckles. “I wanted to be Mark’s slave,” she confessed. “I’ve always fantasized about being submissive to a powerful man. When I discovered Mark was fucking Lillian while she was cashiering at Hot Topic, I got so wet.” A smile appeared on her lips and her eyes became distant. “When Mark fucked me in the store, I came so hard. I was so happy when he asked me to be his sex slave, Desiree. Almost as happy as when you proposed to me.”
“What about us?” I asked her. “I thought you loved me?”
“I do,” she protested. “We can both be theirs, Desiree. Together.”
I was horrified. “I can’t, Alison. Please don’t ask me to do this!”
“How is this any different then Brandon?” Alison asked me. “You married him for his money, submitted to his lusts for a comfortable life. Master and Mistress will give us all we desire. All we have to do is satisfy their lusts.” A naughty smile appeared on her lips. “And don’t tell me you hated the sex.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out. She was right. I had enjoyed it. The best sex I ever had. She sensed my hesitation and pounced on me, kissing me with her hungry lips. Could I submit to them, be their slave? I married Brandon for his money, for the comforts he could give me. I let the disgusting man paw at my body. At least I enjoyed the sex with Mark and Mary.
My legs parted for Alison, I moaned into her sweet lips as the dildo prodded my clam. I reached down, grabbing the plastic cock and guided it inside me. Alison eagerly slammed it home inside me, pumping her ass vigorously. My hands reached out, grabbing her tight, teenage ass and pulling her into me. I could feel her hard nipples, and the harder nipple piercings, rubbing against my pillowy chest. Every time Alison buried the dildo in my cunt, the harness ground against my clit, building my pleasure.
“Let’s be slaves together,” Alison panted, her breath hot on my ear. I shivered as her tongue traced my earlobe. “We’ll be slut-wives! Pleasing each other when Master and Mistress do not need us. Oh, please be my slut-wife, Desiree! Please, please, please!”
Well everyone take care. I’ll get Chapter 32 up as soon as its ready.