AI art by me. nora, don’t even mention the extra fingers! lol…

It was Phoebe’s turn to push.  

Jon joked with his girls that they loved to do this since it was the only time they got to “push him around.”  It was not uncommon for vanilla outsiders to think one or both of the young women were his caregivers. He didn’t look old, but being in the wheelchair automatically qualified him for nurse help. The girls didn’t mind, and neither did he.

Lila strode next to him on his right with her hand stroking his arm every other step.  He’d given full permission to his girls to be affectionate in public or private as the mood hit them.  Why not?  It was a pleasure, and he didn’t stop showing affection for them either.  It might make getting through an entire movie at the theater a little more difficult than it used to be, but he wasn’t about to complain.

A lovely blonde with the usual red and black plaid top greeted them inside the door, where she was spilling over it.  Her breasts were moderate, but the wonders of modern engineering made mountains out of even mole hills these days.  Jon flicked a glance back at Phoebe, who grinned down at him.

The only times Phoebe had ever flashed with anything close to jealousy were when Jon had admired a pair of breasts that were not as magnificent as hers.  It’d be very tough to rival Phoebe’s endowment.  Lila was a good tie for it, and they didn’t feel jealous towards each other.  

“I know yours are better,” Jon whispered.

It had been what Phoebe had automatically whispered each time he’d admired another set of tits.  It was fine; she knew her place in his heart, and she knew full well how much he enjoyed her breasts and nipples.  He loved how she crooned as he pinched them, then begged, “More, please, Daddy?”

Phoebe kissed the top of his head now.  “Thank you, Daddy.”

She was dressed in a comfortable, thin, t-shirt dress of her favorite purple.  Lila liked darker blues and wore a pleated dress with white polka-dots.  She knew her master wanted it.  Neither dress showed a lot of leg since they were in vanilla land, even if it was Twin Peaks.  

Jon knew each girl had only a bra on under their dress since he didn’t allow any of his women to wear panties.  They could beg to wear them for exceptional circumstances, but otherwise, they knew better and preferred it.  Lila had been doing this for a few months now.  Phoebe was almost into her first month of being bare for him and voiced her enjoyment of the freedom.

He made no excuses that he just wanted easy access: spanking, fondling, pinching, fucking, whatever…their bare asses and pussies were quickly within reach.

Becky, their hostess, wriggled her nice behind over to a table for them.  She pulled away a chair, and Jon had her choose another spot so he’d have a better view of the restaurant floor.  He was here for Twin Peaks’ famous “scenic views.”  The girls smiled knowingly and had already begun arranging things as he would like.

Each girl scooted a chair close to each side of him and soon had the appropriate hand on his inner thighs while they began to stroke.  They could beg to be more vigorous if they wished and would obey whatever he told them to do.

He enjoyed watching each one gently settle into the hard wooden chairs. Their wails would be screaming at them right now.

“Rock them a little.” He softly commanded.

Each shot him a look of resigned obedience as they wriggled their bottoms back and forth while they softly hissed or moaned a little.

“Thank you, Sir.” Lila whimpered.

“Thank you, Daddy.” Phoebe moaned.

Jon liked reliving the memory of how they’d gotten those welts.

Side-by-side, he’d had them bend over the foot of the bed and doled out a rigorous round of flogging to their shoulders and backs.  Their arms were above them, and they didn’t wriggle too much or arch out of the way.  He’d trained them better than that.  If one had, he’d have whipped a bare thigh.

“Don’t you dare embarrass me by showing you’re not properly trained!” He’d remind the girl.

It’s been a while since he’d had to remind either of them.

Backs and shoulders were one zone while their asses and upper thighs were another.  They knew to let it go until they hit “orange,” a place between yellow and red.  They’d call out the color when they’d reached it.  This was standard for whipping, cropping, and paddling with him. 

He always asked before if they wanted to go further that night or scene.  A lot of times, they did want to go further.  They also knew he could command going red and to tears if he felt it.  They’d given him that right early on.  He didn’t abuse it…or them – too often.

They’d both oranged out around the same time so he’d worked their asses next.  It was such a surge of pleasure, power, and excitement for Jon to be able to whip them as hard as his arms could go, and they could take it, and they loved it.  

That night, his inner demons had been calling to him.

“I’m going to go red with each of you or until tears…whichever comes first.” He told them.

Each bleated acknowledgment and acceptance of this.  

Each girl was his property.  Lila had become his slave as well as a submissive a while back.  Phoebe desired to begin testing being his slave in small increments.  

“Yes, Master.” Phoebe blurted out to tell him where her headspace was.

With Lila, even as a submissive, he knew she was still his slave, and so did she.  Phoebe would get there in time.  It was essential to be patient and let it grow organically.

Jon began to grunt with the effort and scolded them for imaginary sins for which they were being whipped.  Each girl knew to start begging for mercy and saying they were sorry, so very sad because it would feed him better!

Lila was a louder sob than Phoebe, but he stopped once they shook their shoulders with the sobbing.  He cast the flogger onto the bed above them so they could feel and hear it to know it was over.

Leaning backwards in his walker, he moved it so he could transfer to the bigger comfy chair for the next step.

“Come.” He called to them.

Each girl turned and crawled over to him. Lila is on his left, and Phoebe is on his right as they crawled up into his arms for comfort.  He held them both tightly and felt the new dam break of fresh tears.  He coaxed them to let them flow and feel the washing clarity of them.

Jon’s shoulders grew damp as he whispered soft things into each of their ears.  Sofly, he kissed their necks then earlobes as his hands massaged their shoulders and backs.  He was gentle since he knew they’d be tender.

Each girl would come back a bit and begin to kiss his neck and ears as well to show she was feeling better.  They’d continue that for a while until he felt they were back down to Earth.

Lila leaned back and little and Phoebe did as well when she felt the motion.  They shared a look and a grin.  Jon knew what they were going to say.

“May we worship, Sir?” Lila asked.

“Yes, please, Sir?” Phoebe echoed.

He nodded.  “Of course.”

“Will you want the crops, Master?” Lila asked.

“Yes.” He answered and watched them each go get the crop that was exclusively to be used on them.

Lila asked but Phoebe knew to ask as well.  Each girl was very aware that Jon was a true sadist.  He would get hard and cum from their attentions but would do so faster and more intensely if he were also cropping them at the same time.  He’d never do it except they were true masochists and loved the crop as much as he did!  

The girls came back and somehow figured out who got his balls and who got his cock first as they began.  They were very good at learning to switch and when to do so.  It was Phoebe’s turn to swallow and Lila would never interfer with that or she’d go without for three days as a punishment but be forced to watch Phoebe having fun.  It worked well as an incentive.

Jon loved that both little sluts wiggled their bottoms when they were enjoying something or happy.  Each ass was wriggling away as the worshipped him properly.  Their cries, moans, and whimpers were a wonderful accompaniment to their skilled tongues, lips, and teeth.

As was so often the case, his eyes began to blur as they worked him slowly.  With a crop in each hand, he rained down smacks here and there to add such a heady, sweet spice to this sexual enjoyment.  God, he was a damned lucky man!  

He had to grit his teeth to wait for Phoebe to get into place then he tapped her head to warn her.  She nodded and sucked even harder this time since both girls knew he liked it rough.  Jon came hard and long.  Somewhere in there, he was aware that Phoebe was kind and shared some of it with Lila,  The girls really did get along and help each other out as they could.  After a proper cleaning by them both, they’d all gotten dressed to come to dinner.

“Master must be remembering earlier, Lila.” Phoebe said, in an amused tone.

“I’d say so.  He didn’t even turn his head to watch that redhead with the really booty shorts go by.  Even I thought she was attractive!” Lila laughed.

“What? Who?” Jon asked as he came back to reality.

“No worries, Sir.  We’ll point her out.” Phoebe assured him.  “I’m glad we distract you more than they do though.”

“Definitely.  Very nice compliment, Sir.” Lila’s hand grew a little bolder.  “May I, please, Sir?”

He nodded and felt Lila’s fingers circle his cock and begin the slow up and down motion.  

“May I go lower, Daddy?” Phoebe asked.

“Of course, Babygirl.” He grinned.

Phoebe’s fingertips began to massage and tickle his balls.  

The girls did point out the redhead who turned out to be their server.  Usually, Jon was quite talkative with the servers but, while he remind polite and slightly flirted, he was quieter than normal.

He was the girls share a soft smile witch each other.  Hell, yes, these two lovely subs of his held more of his attention than some wandering piece of ass.  Somewhere during the evening, Samantha, the redhead, caught on to their shenanigans under the table and gave Jon a slow, respectful wink.  

“Not bad, Sir.” She smiled at him.

“Not at all, Sam.” He agreed.  “Sorry if I’ve been a little distracted.”

She shook her head.  “No need to explain.  I’d say you have your hands full but it seems the other way around.” She giggled and sashayed a little extra as she walked off.

“What a nice girl.” Lila commented.

“Mmmhmm…is Daddy interested?” Phoebe asked without a hint of jealousy.

“Hmm?  No.  She’s too young.” He answered.

The girls laughed since each of them was nearly over twenty years younger.

“Too young?” Lila sounded skeptical.

“She’s in her twenties.  The idea is wickedly attractive but…I’m also a realistic Dom.  Besides, when have we ever spoken to one who didn’t already have a boyfriend?” He answered.

“Like that would stop you?” Phoebe teased.

It wouldn’t if he were truly interested.  Each girl had a boyfriend of sorts who were both blissfully unaware Jon shared his girls with them by permission.  Each girl wanted and had asked to please have to beg permission to have sex with their dates.  They didn’t hold Jon to any such restrictions.  All three enjoyed the wicked feeling of the dynamic of it.  Lila had even told him her date was really wanting a blowjob, what was Master’s will?  He told her to give him her best work but think of him as she did it.  She obeyed and explained she always still thought of him when with another man.  Phoebe had said the same.

So far, Jon had no need or desire to hunt or enjoy another woman than his two person harem.  He wasn’t against the idea and if it happened to work out, then it did.  Both girls knew he had his online women he played with to some extent or another.  They loved hearing the stories he told about it.  He was clear with all of his contacts about his poly nature so no one got their feelings hurt.

When it came time for his check, Samantha sauntered over and bent at the waist to give him full view of her charms.  Her eyes danced. 

“I put my Instragram account on the check, Sir.  If you’d like to see more of me.” She winked.  “Do you have a blog or something?”

Jon gave her his blog address.  “You’ll read about some fantasies and some real adventures there.” He told her.

“Fantasies like about a redhead server you met one night?” Her eyebrow arched.

“Quite possibly.”  He cocked his head.  “To be fair, I’m a sadist so…” He left it there.

Sam shrugged.  “I like a good ass burning, Sir…especially if there’s a ride at the end of it.” She blew a kiss and walked off.

“Sir, don’t be too generous with the tip, please?” Lila teased.

He wasn’t.  He usually tipped well here for good…service.