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“What’s it like?” Tamara asked.  Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Shhh…you’ll wake him, and it isn’t time yet.  You know what will happen.” Kristi tried to shush Tamara.

“As if that’s truly a problem for either of us, Sister Dear,” Tamara said in a devious tone.

“Well, true, but…do you like displeasing him?” Kristi asked.

It was quiet for a moment.

I began to think they’d gone back to sleep.  My girls were on either side of me as usual.  Tamara preferred to be on my right while Kristi was on my left.  My arms were around each of them as I lay on my back.

By my reckoning, it was about half an hour before my wake-up call.  It’s what they liked to call it, and that was fine with me.  Whose turn was this morning?  Oh, it was Tamara’s.  It might explain why she was already awake, so she didn’t miss her turn.

The girls were earnest about keeping track of whose day or morning it was to wake him with their soft lips locked firmly around his cock.  They’d both become quite proficient and not fully woken him until suction was well underway.  Kristi joked it was her morning smoothie.  She tended to be the raunchier of the two and had also been with him before Tamara had joined.

Both of them had fully understood I was not a monogamous kind of Dom.  Kristi is the one who introduced me to Tamara after meeting her in a gym class.  Tamara had begun to ask questions about Kristi’s collar, and one thing led to another.  They’d all three met over lunch for three days in a row as things began to progress.  Kristi had insisted that Tamara have him all to herself when the commitment was made.  I didn’t argue.  It’s never wise to mess with submissive business.  

“Nooo…” Tamara finally sighed out the word.  “I don’t…and I never have.  It’s his secret weapon, isn’t it?”

“Not so secret, Tee.” Kristi used Tamara’s collar name or sub name.  “You’ve heard him explain it.  He doesn’t have hidden agendas.”

“No, he doesn’t.  That’s weird for a Dom, isn’t it?” Tee asked.

“For a lot, yes, but I’m just delighted he’s my master.” Kristi’s pleasure could easily be heard in her voice.

I could see the smile on her face with her little dimples showing.  Kris had a killer smile.

“That’s what I meant, what’s it like to…be his slave?” Tee asked her again.

“You’ve seen it.  You know the rules.  I am beyond his submissive.  I am his property.  He truly owns me.  All of my possessions are in his name, etc.” Kris answered.

“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.” Tee would not be deterred.

Kris sighed, and I felt her index fingernail lightly making a circle around my left nipple.  She felt safe doing so since it wasn’t a trigger spot for me like it was for them.  “I never thought I’d do it.” She began. “No one I work with would ever, ever believe it.” She breathed out a laugh.  “They still think my collar is a feminist statement against male oppression.  I can’t believe they bought that.”

Tee laughed softly as well.  “Such delicious irony, no?”

“Yes. It was Master’s idea.” Kris admitted.  “I’d been with him as his submissive for about two months.  In that time, I knew he was curious about owning a slave.  Honestly, he wasn’t sure he could do it or would be good at it.”

“You’re kidding,” Tee responded.

“No, it’s true.  I have another slave to thank for his finally deciding it would be okay.  He began to understand that some people do crave this level of…submission?” Kris paused. “It’s deeper than that.  All I know is I saw this collar online and knew he’d love it.  I showed it to him and he made sure I understood what kind it was.”

“His way of giving you an out?” Tee asked.

“Yes, he’s strict and a damned good sadist but he does give us our outs, doesn’t he?” Kris asked.

“He does…but…he told me it’s only partially to be kind to us.  The other part of it is he wants us to want to do it.” Tee answered.

“Complicit in our own subjugation, yes, I know. It’s quite evil, but it’s also very effective.” Kris commented.

“He also says we will tell him what we want…and it’s true,” Tee whispered this very low as if in fear or awe.

“It’s what I was doing when I showed him the collar.  He gave me my out, but I didn’t take it.  We began discussing it, and he let me try it out in small doses at first.  He didn’t want me to go all the way yet.” Kris explained.

“And how was it different?” Tee asked once more.

Kris was quiet for a moment.  “Just a second.”  

I felt her hand reach down and begin to encircle my cock to start arousing it.  She was checking to see if I was actually asleep.  Trust my little slave to know me well enough that I could be faking, which I was.

Stirring slightly, I rolled towards her as I would typically do if awake.  Her hand kept at it.  I felt Tee’s hand go to my ass and squeeze slightly.  They were double-teaming me.  This was not unusual, but I knew myself well enough to know what I would do. 

Arching back to Tee a little, I lowered my head, and my lips began to quest for Kris’s nipple.  I found it and began to suck softly with a sigh.

Tee and Kris kept at their hand motions for a few seconds, but I just stayed in position and softly suckled Kris’s breast.  I felt her other hand run through my hair in a comforting move.  It pressed me further into her breast as she pulled me closer to cuddle me.  

“He’s asleep.” Kris finally announced.  “If he weren’t, then we’d both be in trouble right now.”

I wasn’t sure that was necessarily true, but I wasn’t going to disagree.

“Do I stop?” Tee asked.

“Slowly…and I will, too.” Kris slowed her handjob in degrees until she let go.  Tee did much the same.  

I snorted softly and switched nipples.  

“He’s out,” Kris told Tee.  “He’s never gone this long without biting me if he were even close to awake.  It’s just in his nature.”

“Sadist.” Tee sounded amused.

“Mmmhmm…and we’re the two masochists who feed him,” Kris commented.

“He feeds us well, too.” Tee offered.

“Which is why we’ve just become used to sleeping on our stomachs.” Kris’s amusement could be heard.

“Hell, yes.” Tee agreed.  “Go on, please?”

Kris sighed.  “Fine. It isn’t like he doesn’t already know what I’m going to say, but…it makes me feel so…”

“Bare?” Tee suggested.

“Yes.” Kris agreed.  “More than naked, so much more than that.”

Tee was silent as she waited.

“When I first put on the collar, it was like a switch went off inside of me.  I was me, and I was also not me. The me that is a sassy, little bitch went silent.  I could still feel she was there, but it was like she’d wrapped her lips around a ball gag and…liked it.” Kris sighed.  “The other me was new at first.  I had no inhibitions anymore.  Whatever my master wanted, he would get.  It was just…understood by the new me.”

“But what if he’d commanded you to…I don’t know…blow him in the middle of the sidewalk during Rush Hour?” Tee asked.

“Well…I guess I would have done it, but…I also knew he wouldn’t do that to me.  It’s like the trust when I was his submissive, but it’s deeper…broader?  I trust that he won’t command me to hurt myself seriously or to kill someone or steal or do other things that carry serious consequences.” Kris tried to explain.  “I did know he’d test me sometimes, and he has.”

“The thumb?” Tee asked.

“Yes…that was his first way of doing it in public.  When he holds out his thumb, I know what I am supposed to do.  I kneel by his side and suck it wherever we are and whenever he does it.” Kris answered.  “It was an easy technique to teach me quick obedience and to accept my new…position.”

“Was it hard to do?” Tee asked.

“At first, a little because others might see, but he was pretty good at choosing times and places where it would only be a few adults.  He’s never made me kneel and perform in front of children.” Kris answered.  “The thing was and is…it feels natural to be there, on my knees to him, and do him service.  It…feels…good.”

“Like when we obey as submissives?” Tee asked.

“Very much so, but more intensely.  It’s like that scene in Pride and Prejudice where everyone else goes away in my head but me and him…my master.  I have to obey my master.  It is what I was meant to do.” Kris answered. “We began to expand the time, but I was the one to accelerate it.  I felt…wrong without my master’s collar around my throat.  He knew when to tug it.  He knew when to leash me.”

“So…you were the one to ask to make it permanent?” Tee asked.

“Yes, I was.  I don’t regret it at all. He still lets me use ‘Sir’ and even ‘Daddy’ on occasion, when I need comfort.  We both know I am slave…I will always be slave…That I love being his slave.  For me, the line between sub and slave is very thin.  For others, maybe it is wider, I don’t know.” Kris grew quiet.

I knew we were minutes away from when Tee should start waking me, but I knew this conversation wasn’t over yet.  I could feel the tension between them.

“You’re thinking about asking for the metal collar, aren’t you, Tee?” Kris asked slowly.

“Yes…I am.” Tee answered.

It was how I differentiated between them.  Tee had a leather collar, while Kris’s was shiny and silver metal.  She preferred silver over gold.  I already had a bet with myself that Tee would go for gold for a couple of reasons.

“Have you been shopping?” Kris asked.

“Yes, I have,” Tee answered.  “I’ve found some lovely, delicate gold ones.  I’m not sure I’m brave enough to have one as thick as yours.”

“It’s a very personal choice.  I understand, and so will he.  Odds are that he knows you’re thinking of it.” Kris warned her.

“I know…I haven’t called him that yet, but…I’ve wanted to.” Tee confessed.

“Well…it is your turn in just a couple of minutes,” Kris suggested.

“You mean…this morning…wake him as…as..Master instead of just Sir?” Tee asked in that tone of awe or fear again.

“It would be one way to bring it up, and you know he’d be in a good mood.” Kris laughed silently.

“True…especially if I…thanks for showing me that spot, Kris,” Tee told her.

“Sisters take care of each other so that we can take care of him.  Do you want me to stick around for this?” Kris offered.

It was quiet again.

“No.  Thanks, but no.  If I’m too afraid to do it with just him, then I’m too afraid to take his slave collar.” Tee shrugged.

“Good point. I’m going to send him your way now, ready?” Kris asked.

Tee sighed.  “Yeah, I am.”

I felt Kris gently roll me backwards so I was once again on my back.  As I felt Tee begin to shift down to between my thighs, I also felt Kris’s soft lips against my ear as she kissed and sucked the earlobe.  

“You’re welcome, Master.” She whispered and rose off the bed.