Six Times A Day - P40 Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Brenda dropped her arms and slumped in her position. She was beyond relieved, because she’d been seconds from dropping her arms, no matter what. She gratefully rubbed her upper arms, trying to massage the pain from her sore muscles.
Suzanne continued, “We don’t know how deep your submissiveness goes. It could go very deep indeed. There’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s just another natural variation, like height or hair color. We need to find out under relatively safe conditions like these. Could you get hurt emotionally? Yes. You can’t make an omelette without breaking some eggs. But keep in mind that most sexually dominant men are real assholes with little or no check on their tendency to abuse their position, whereas collectively we provide some check on Alan. Besides, he’s a genuinely kind person to begin with.”
Brenda finally expressed one of her greatest fears. “But that could be a problem too. What if he’s so kind yet masterful that I fall deeper and deeper under his spell, until I can’t get out? I could even fall in love with him if we don’t watch out!”
That was the kind of result that Suzanne was actually hoping for. Now that Brenda knew the Plummer incest secrets, Suzanne figured the safest course was to permanently attach her to their extended family in one way or another. Besides, Brenda was so remarkably sexual, submissive, busty, and outright beautiful that Suzanne was looking forward to having a lot of fun with her too, and for a long time to come. On top of that, she figured Alan really would be about the best possible man for Brenda, so it was win-win for everybody.
However, she knew that it wasn’t wise to say all that to Brenda at this time, so she merely said, “Don’t worry. I’m ready for any possible situation. And besides, if you end up sticking with him for a longer time, that wouldn’t exactly be a bad thing for you, and I’m sure he won’t mind. Remember, if you’re not careful about who you choose, you could end up chained in some dungeon, beaten, whipped, raped, starved, and utterly miserable. Maybe even dead. It happens!”
Brenda knew that Suzanne’s words made sense; it started to worry her a lot. She whimpered, “Why am I so submissive? I hate it! That’s another thing I’ve been wanting to ask you about. What makes me this way?!”
Suzanne responded in a different, more soothing tone. “Don’t ask why. Why is it even a bad thing?”
“Why?! Because I’m not in control!”
“Ah, but you are, in a way. A dominant-submissive relationship is a two-way street, despite appearances to the contrary. If you have a master and you don’t like how he’s treating you, you can just go find another one. Frankly, that’s not my scene, but I understand that submissives can and do change masters quite a lot until they find one that works for them. That’s one reason you shouldn’t worry too much about how things go with Alan, by the way. Each party has to act in a certain manner to fulfill the expectations of the other, or they both lose out in the end. You need to look at these things in a new way, just like how I mentioned you need to look at ‘fairness’ and ‘equality’ in a new way.”
“I suppose.” Brenda was glad that at least the pain in her arms was going away quickly. However, despite the seriousness of the conversation and the fact she’d just had a climax, the throbbing in her pussy was only increasing. She was embarrassed at how pungent the smell of her arousal had to be.
“Brenda, you have a gift. Your submissiveness is a wonderful gift. I think you’re a very sexual and sensual woman. So far, you haven’t experienced even a fraction of the sexual pleasure you’re capable of, because you deliberately avoided the things that arouse you the most. Actually, you have two great gifts, because your outstanding body is another gift. You have a great capacity for joy, for love, for total erotic ecstasy. Don’t miss the boat, or be afraid of your submissive side. You have a golden opportunity here to learn who you really are. Alan is as safe and as good a potential master as you’ll ever find. Go for it! Fully submit to him!”
Brenda thought about that. Suzanne is completely right. I have to give myself to Alan! Serve him! My master! Oh God! That’s so exciting that I’m about to pass out! But I have to keep my cool. That’s it: just keep my cool.
She nodded, then promised, “I’ll try. But it’s so scary! He hasn’t committed to me yet. I don’t even know if he WANTS me as one of his many sluts!”
“I know. But if you want to really impress him, you have to fully commit first. Show him what a perfect cock-loving slut you can be! Prove it with every move you make, every look you give him. If you’re sincere, he’ll realize it and respond to you. Then how can he turn you down?”
Brenda nodded. She became more determined to do just that.
“I’ve just seen Susan go through a similar transition. Just look how happy she is now: she pretty much walks on air all the time. You can have that too, in the not too distant future, if you let us guide you.”
That had given Brenda a lot to think about. She nodded again.
Suzanne grinned impishly. “Besides, you have to admit that the act of submitting is pretty arousing in and of itself, don’t you think?”
Brenda nodded shyly. But she couldn’t stop smiling. She couldn’t agree more. Even thinking about submitting made her nearly dizzy with lusty desire.
“I understand that for a woman like you, the act of submission is one of the most satisfying and arousing feelings you can have. The good news is that it doesn’t happen just once. Susan has told me that, every day, she’s struck with a powerful realization that she belongs to Alan. And not just once a day, but time and time again. And each time, she feels an incredible rush!”
Susan actually had recently told Suzanne something to that effect. It was precisely that sort of thing that made Suzanne feel that she was actually doing Brenda a service in helping her to fall hard for Alan.
Brenda was deeply impressed. Woooow! That’s what I want, what I need. To know every day, every hour, that I belong to someone. That’s not what I felt as a wife. No, I want … I need … something much deeper, more profound. To be OWNED! By Alan!
Suzanne wanted to give Brenda some time to think through all that. As a result, the two of them went back into the pool and began swimming in the warm water.
Brenda was relieved. If nothing else, she was glad when the water washed away the cummy rivulets running down her thighs. Hopefully it masked the smell of her arousal as well. But even going deep into the water couldn’t suppress the electric, erotic tingling she felt from head to toe.
Suzanne asked, “Have you ever gone skinny-dipping before?”
“Actually, no. Dumb, huh? Especially given how long I’ve had a house with privacy and a big pool.”
“You were probably trying to suppress your true self. That’s a part of it. But never fear; I foresee you’ll have a lot of first-time experiences in the near future. And many of them won’t involve any clothes!”
They had a lot of fun simply swimming around for a while, reveling in their nudity. However, both were careful not to get their hair wet. Because her hair was longer, particularly her telltale zig-zag strand, Suzanne was extra careful, so she limited herself to dog-paddling, while Brenda with her short hair actually did a few laps with her head held high.
Suzanne was also wanting to look her best for Alan, since she knew he was nearby. In fact, she was wondering when he would announce himself, since he was already overdue.
As Brenda swam, she kept thinking, Suzanne is so right! Susan keeps telling me that she trusts Suzanne’s wisdom even over her own, and I can see why. I’m so lucky that I have these wonderful new friends looking out for me. I need to stop worrying and just run with my feelings, at least until I see where they take me!
I’m going to submit fully to Alan, starting today, and let the chips fall where they may. I feel deep in my heart that I belong on my knees between his legs, pleasuring his thick cock with my mouth! Maybe soon that could become my frequent reality! Unfortunately, Suzanne’s been implying that I might not be able to see him all that often. But if I prove that I’m devoted to serving him, surely I’ll be allowed to see him and serve his cock more than a couple of times a week, right? God, I hope so!
I’m so glad Suzanne has put my fears to rest. If she had ordered me to stay away from him, I think I would have just died of frustration!