WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory.
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My birthday dinner was amazing. Sara, Lisa, and I went out to a fancy seafood restaurant. Before we left, I had told both sluts to put on nice dresses, but no underwear allowed. They came into the living room wearing high heels with two gorgeous and very classy dresses, both cut as short as could be expected of a lady. Sara's was a nice blue, while Lisa's was jet black. "What beautiful creatures... But if you're not going to wear your collars, we need to make sure you two don't forget your places while we're out, don't we?"
"Yes master" came at me from both sources.
"Ok ladies, come here and bend over the table." They walked to the side of the table and bent over it, their heels making their asses stick out even more than they normally would have. I flipped both of their skirts up over their back and made sure that neither was wearing any panties. I slipped one finger of each hand towards each of their crotches. Sure enough, they were both wet. I was lucky to have found two women who got off on being obedient.
I opened the wooden case that had been waiting on the table, and withdraw brand new metal butt plugs. Each about an inch and a half wide at the widest, and four or so inches long. Each ended in a jewel at the base. Coincidentally, one was blue and one was black. Someone must be smiling down on me, I thought.
I lubed up each one, and slowly slid it into the ass of the girls as they remained bent over the table. There were some moans and groans as the large plugs slid into place, but no complaints. They are such good girls. "Good job taking your plugs" I told them as I slipped my fingers back down towards their crotches and played with each one's pussy. I slid my fingers down and found their clits. "Are you going to be good girls tonight?"
"Yes, Master," they answered in unison. I swirled my finger around their clit, the area already plenty slick.
"Are you going to forget that you are my sluts?"
"No, Master." I swirled my finger faster. They were beginning to pant and shove their asses back at my hands, trying to get me to press harder.
"Who is in charge here?"
"You, Master." I rubbed their clits harder, letting them feel as much pleasure as I could. When I could tell they were both getting close and I could feel their wetness soaking their crotch, I said "That's right. And please don't forget it." I stopped all touching and wiped my hands off on a towel. "Now stand up and let's go. Their frustration was evident, but like good girls, they stood up, smoothed their dresses, and followed me to the car.
At dinner, we sat in a corner booth, with me in the middle. We had seafood, and it was as outstanding as I would hope from a restaurant with those prices. As we finished the meal, I put my arms around both ladies, and leaned in to Sara and said "I love you my slave. This has been the best birthday ever." She gave me her biggest smile and said "You're welcome, Master. I'm so glad you like it." We kissed. I could feel Lisa getting turned on next to me. She grabbed my leg. I finished my kiss with Sara, and turned to her. "And you, my new little slut. Thank you for being my birthday present."
"Of course, Master. But it was all Sara's doing. She seduced me..." I gave her a kiss as well.
We headed home. I drove, and Sara sat in the passenger seat. Lisa sat in the middle of the back seat. Sara grinned at me, then looked back at Lisa and said "Slut, give Master a show." I pitched my rearview mirror down in time to see Lisa scoot her ass forward on the seat and hiker her dress up to show her bare twat and the jewel of the butt plug. She ran her fingers around her pussy, and the pointed her finger at me, demonstrating how wet her little pussy was. Then she grinned into the mirror and put her finger in her mouth. She resumed playing with herself and rolled her head back. Her fingers played with her clit, and then would slide into her pussy for a few seconds, then back to the clit. She repeated the pattern again and again.
"Isn't she so pretty, Master?" Sara asked me. I could only nod, as trying to pay attention to the road took all my concentration. Lisa's moans grew louder and louder as she continued to play with herself for us. After a few minutes, she said "Master and Mistress, may I please cum for you?" Before I could answer, Sara said "Of course not, slut. We are almost home. Put your cunt away." Lisa's frustration was once again palpable, but like a good girl, she stopped playing with herself and smoothed her skirt back over her lap.
We pulled into the driveway and went inside. "Go put your collars on and get those dresses off."
"Yes, Master!" I did so love hearing that in stereo.
When they came back in, I was sitting in my chair. I looked at Sara and patted my lap. She smiled and sat on my knee. Lisa took her place on the floor with her head resting against my other leg. Sara reached down and played with the growing bulge in my pants. "Do you think it's time to give her a chance to feel your cock inside her, Master?"
"I think she's done well since she got here. She's followed orders admirably, but she has been very obviously disappointed at doing what she's been told at times... I just don't know. I tell you what, I'll let you make that decision, my lovely little slavegirl."
She grinned at me. "Thank you for the responsibility, Master. I think she's been a very good slut, and I think we should give her the gift of your cum inside her, but not in the place she most wants it."
