Six Times A Day - P152 Chapter 1
Six Times A Day Part 152 : You’ve Made Me So Very Happy
Day 76: Saturday, November 30
Chapter 1
Suzanne stood in the middle of the living room. She stretched her body this way and that, as if she were limbering up for her daily exercises. Alan had just left, but she was still smiling from what they had done together. God, what a night! So much sex! So much love! It’s exactly what I hoped for and expected. If her screaming was any indication, I gather he rocked Angel’s world just as hard as he rocked mine. I just hope he has enough cum and energy left for my Honey Pie and Mommy Susan.
She kept on stretching, which was making her feel better after going through a very vigorous fuck session. Aaaah! I love the post-orgasmic feeling I get with him. Sore, but in a good way, and glowing! And total sexual satiation and emotional satisfaction! The question is, what to do now? According to the rules he laid out, there’s nothing stopping Angel and me from talking, now that we’ve both been royally fucked. I can’t wait to compare notes with her! Plus, I should probably get cleaned up. Actually, considering how vigorous we were, a full shower is in order.
But there’s one thing I need to do first: call Glory. It was unfortunate I had to be so short with her on the phone earlier, but her timing was bad. She’s probably stressing out quite a lot, sitting all alone in her sad apartment. I’ve gotta put a stop to that. Sure, I’m naked, cummy, and sweaty, but why not call her now? I feel good like this. I want to revel in my abandon. And besides, it’s not as if she can see or smell me in my freshly fucked glory, so that’ll just be my little secret from her.
She found the nearest phone extension and brought it to the sofa where most of her sex play with Alan had just taken place. She took a couple of minutes to compose her thoughts, knowing that she’d have to be diplomatic and smart for this crucial call.
Then, while lying lazily stretched out on the sofa, she dialed Glory’s number. “Hello, Glory?”
“Suzanne!” Glory had picked up her phone after one ring. That she was anxiously awaiting Suzanne’s call was an understatement. She was lying in her bed in a sexy nightie, trying to read a history book to keep her mind occupied, but failing miserably.
“That’s me. Sorry I was in such a rush earlier, but I’m good now. I’ve got plenty of time to talk, so let’s talk. Please tell me what’s on your mind.”
“Oh, Suzanne! Thank God you called me back. I’ve been climbing the walls here! It’s like I’ve been living in a glorious dream, ever since I got back together with Alan. I’m so in love with him! I have that puppy love feeling, that head-over-heels feeling. I’ve been walking on air! When he put his collar around my neck yesterday, I actually…” She paused nervously, and then quietly admitted, ” … Let’s just say I liked it.”
Her tone abruptly switched from ecstatic to distressed. “But then, this afternoon and evening, I had too many undistracted hours by myself. I got to thinking, and I don’t know what happened exactly, but it’s like the fog lifted and my head cleared and now I can’t stop thinking: what the hell am I doing? What have I done?! I’m still deeply in love with him, I have no doubt about that, but I’ve agreed to be one of his sex slaves?! Pardon my language, but what the FUCK?! Seriously, what the fuck have I done?!”
Suzanne responded, “That’s about what I figured you’d say. Believe you me, that’s totally understandable. You know I’m in the same boat, only I’m further along, and I’ve had that exact same sort of thought many times over these past few weeks, especially in recent days as my own sex-slave status sort of solidified. I hear you, definitely!”
Glory griped, “Well, you have to make it better somehow! I feel like I’m stuck. It’s like that U2 song, ‘With or Without You.’ I can’t live without him, but I can’t live happily with him either if that means being enslaved to him, which it does! My fear is I’m going to continue on with him, but in a sort of state of endless agony, humiliation, and frustration over the whole submissive enslavement issue. It’s a classic no-win situation!”
“Glory, like I said, I hear you, and I totally sympathize. But it’s not as bad as you think. In fact, I’m 100 percent certain that you’re going to learn to LOVE being his sex slave! And yes, this is the voice of experience here.”
“Are you kidding me?!”
“Absolutely not!” Suzanne stretched out languidly on the sofa. I wish I could tell you how wonderfully FUCKED I feel right now! It’s the best feeling in the world! The sex alone makes it totally worth it, but there are plenty of other great benefits besides.
However, she kept those thoughts to herself, and said with a more restrained approach, “Consider me. I’m a successful, smart, beautiful, and wealthy woman. I’m not driven by some submissive compulsion. I can have my choice of almost any man, and you know that’s not idle boasting on my part.”
“No, it’s not,” Glory was quick to agree. Like virtually everyone else who knew Suzanne, she was in awe of Suzanne’s beauty and charm.
“Yet here I am, in the middle of a harem of women just as attractive and well-endowed as me, and not only am I sexually enslaved to the cock, balls, and oh-so-tasty cum of a man half my age, but I’m also loving it more than anything else I’ve ever experienced in my life! And it’s not just me. All of us feel the exact same way. Are we all collectively insane?”
Glory growled, “Actually, that’s a very real possibility!”
Suzanne chuckled politely. “I’ll grant you that; maybe we are. But I doubt it. I’m going to convince you that I’m entirely sane and rational, and I’m going to put you at ease. But first, there’s an important ‘late-breaking development’ that you need to know about. This news may well shock and disturb you, as well as hurt you to think about, at least at first. In fact, I’m almost certain that it will. But please don’t hang up. Let me explain everything first, because when I get finished explaining I sincerely believe you’ll feel much better about your situation.”
Glory sighed heavily. She was on a handset, which she was tempted to throw across the room. “Oh, great. What now? I’ve already agreed to be his sex slave. How could it get even worse than that?! Is he going to parade me around naked on a leash in front of the entire school? Knowing him, I wouldn’t be surprised!”
Suzanne just waited silently for Glory to calm down and brace herself.
Glory sighed heavily again. “Okay, I’m sitting down.” (Actually, she was still sitting up in her bed, with her back against the headboard.) “Hit me with this latest sucker punch.”
Suzanne knew she had to tread extra carefully. “Before I explain what he did to Susan, Katherine, Amy, and me tonight, it’s important for you to know that he wants to do the exact same thing with you. If he had his way, what happened with the four of us tonight would have happened with five, meaning including you. But he’s holding back out of concern that you’re not ready for this next step yet.”
Glory cut in, “Oh God, tell me already! I’ve got this terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that my life is going to turn into some utter hell, and that I won’t be able to resist because my stupid love for him is so damn strong!”
Suzanne responded, “It’s not a bad thing, trust me. It’s just that I’m giving you that preamble so you won’t feel like he’s forgetting you or leaving you behind in any way.”
“Just tell me already!”
“Okay. As you know, the four of us, we’re his sex slaves too.”
“I know that already!” Glory cried out in impatient frustration.
“”But tonight,” Suzanne continued calmly, as if she hadn’t been interrupted, “since I spoke to you earlier, he PROPOSED to us.”
Glory was stunned utterly speechless. It was a good thing she was sitting on her bed, because she very nearly fainted.
“All four of us. Marriage! He wants us to not just be his slaves, but his slave-WIVES!”
Glory gasped loudly. That was such a shocker that she didn’t know what to think. Her heart was in her throat.
“Of course, we all immediately cried ‘YES!’ and gang-tackled him. He gave us our rings in a touching way that had all of us crying tears of joy. But our actual wedding ceremony won’t be until sometime this coming summer. One reason for the wait is that he’s hoping that you’ll want to join us, so he can marry all five of us at once, including you.”
Glory gasped again. It seemed to her like the room was spinning. She imagined herself standing at an altar in a white wedding dress with Alan in a black tuxedo, and that was a rush of delight, but she also pictured the other four women in their white wedding dresses too. That was discombobulating, to say the least, particularly since there was nowhere in the U.S. where a man could legally marry five women.
Suzanne continued, “But he feels like he can’t propose to you just yet, because you two just agreed that you’d have a six-month trial period to see how things go. He’s trying to be respectful and patient with that, to give you the space you feel you need. But, whenever you’re ready to commit, he’s eager to propose to you too.”
There was a long pause as Glory tried to digest all that. It was such a stunning development that she didn’t know what to think. She was suddenly so worked up that she felt like her heart was going to thump right out of her chest.
After nearly a minute, Suzanne gently asked, “Glory? How are you taking all that?”
“My … oh my GOD!”
Suzanne chuckled at that. “Indeed! And by the way, I know this isn’t the best way for you to hear the news. It almost sounds like I’m proposing to you on his behalf, which isn’t fair to either of you. He doesn’t know that I’m telling you this. But I figure you needed to know what’s happening ASAP. You’re going to find out soon anyway, and hearing this now could help you a lot with your current worry about your sex slave status. Doesn’t ‘slave-wife’ sound a lot better than just ‘sex slave?’ all by itself?”
Glory had to take a deep breath and steady her nerves. “Well, yes, of course! But … my God! Suzanne! This is just … I don’t know what!” She stared at the ring Alan had given her, then reached up to the collar around her neck. “How is that even possible?! Aren’t there laws against polygamy?”
“Of course there are.” Suzanne was feeling relieved, since Glory hadn’t hung up or had a total freak-out. She also idly stroked her collar with a finger. “But there are laws against slavery too. Clearly both parts, the slave and the wife, have to be merely symbolic and not legally binding. But that’s okay. What matters is that it has meaning for all of US, and that we take it to heart. Strangers won’t know, but we’ll wear his ring and his collar, and we’ll know what we are to him, and what he is to us.”
Glory’s heart thumped even harder and faster. GOD! I could be his WIFE! Even if it’s “slave-wife.” I never thought that was possible! She thought back to the fantasy she’d had at the time he’d first put his collar around her neck, how she’d imagined deep throating him while wearing a white wedding dress in a church. Holy shit! That could actually happen! Knowing him, it would be something kinky like that!
She tried to stay calm and force those highly arousing thoughts out of her mind. She asked, “But then who will he marry, in the eyes of the law?”
“Probably nobody, I imagine. He doesn’t want to play favorites. If he does marry one of us, it’ll just be for legal purposes only, such as tax law, or as part of maintaining a veneer of normality for the outside world. That legal wife won’t have any special status. He’s determined to treat us all equally. If he plays favorites, that’ll create all kinds of trouble.”
There was another long pause while Glory tried to digest all that. She continued to finger and stroke her collar as if it were a powerful magical talisman.
Suzanne was dying of curiosity, since Glory hadn’t really indicated how she felt yet. “So? What do you think?!”
Glory exhaled heavily. “Phew! I don’t know! I just don’t know! I mean, I’m glad for you … congratulations, I guess…” She thought, God, how fucked up and weird is that?! Congratulating her for marrying the man I love!
“Thank you!”
“But is that the life for me?! I don’t know! I just don’t know! You’re right that in a way this is actually a big improvement. Obviously, it would be easier to live with being called a slave-wife than just a slave. But a slave-wife is still a slave! And in some ways, it’s even WORSE! With the sex-slave talk, at least I can pretend that it’s just talk, just a temporary thing, like some crazy phase I would be going through for the next few months until he left for college. But with a proposal, with a marriage, it makes it much, much more serious! There’s no getting around it: this is a lifetime commitment!”
Suzanne replied calmly, “No, there’s not. But remember that’s a two-way street. You’ll be committing to him for life, but he’ll be committing to YOU for life too. And note that you said you can ‘PRETEND that it’s just talk.’ You already know in your heart of hearts that it’s not! You wear his slave collar and you don’t want to have it taken away from you. What if I came over there right now and snatched your collar from your neck?”
Glory replied with surprising venom. “I’d be fucking PISSED! Don’t you DARE!”
Suzanne chuckled knowingly. “You see? He IS your master! Your duty is to serve and obey him with everything you are and all the love that you possess!”
Glory gritted her teeth in frustration while trying to calm herself. Shit! She’s right! She remembered when Alan and Suzanne had visited her apartment and she’d tried to take her collar off, but found herself unable to do so. God dammit! This thing isn’t just a strip of cloth; it really is a slave collar, forever binding me to him, to his ownership! That made her want to rip her collar off, but instead she just kept on stroking it.
The wily redhead continued, “This whole evening, he’s kept bringing up your name, mentioning how much he wishes you were a part of everything. In fact, you know what he said to me just a while ago? And this is a direct quote, because I made a mental note to remember it.”
“What?” Glory asked urgently.
“He said to me, regarding you, ‘I love her just as much I love you, which is as much as one person can love another. My love for you doesn’t lessen my love for her, or vice versa. In fact, it only makes it stronger, because the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.’ That’s what he really said, word for word. And he didn’t say it to impress you or convince you of anything, because he didn’t think you’d ever hear it. He really loves you! He wants to spend the rest of his life with you!”
Glory’s heart pounded wildly. She was overwhelmed to hear that, but she tried to keep her perspective. She spoke sourly. “Yeah, why wouldn’t he? Getting to keep his favorite teacher as one of his many sex slaves! That’s a pretty damn good deal for him!”
“True. But we also know that he has a very special sexual talent, a very special charm. He could easily say to himself, ‘I’ll seduce and fuck Glory for the rest of the school year. Then, when I’m off to college, I’ll drop her like a hot potato and seduce and fuck the many new busty and sexy women I’ll meet in college.’ You know that’s what would normally happen, and you’d still go along with it, because sharing him for the rest of the school year is better than not having any of him at all. But that’s not what he wants to do! He wants you in his life FOREVER! Not just as a slave, but as a slave-WIFE!”
Glory was floored as those words sunk in. “My GOD!” He loves me! I could be married to him for the rest of my life! He could be “the one,” the man of my dreams! of course, that’ll mean I’ll have to be enslaved to him for the rest of my life too, but is that really so bad? I’ve already been seriously contemplating doing that without the marriage part. Certainly this is a much, much better deal, isn’t it?