Bad Decisions Lead To Good Outcomes

A Female With Problems Gives Control Of Herself To Another

I had run across her article in an on-line dating site. It said, "32 year old girl is unable to control her life through proper decision making. Can you help?"

I thought, what the heck, so I responded and arranged to meet her at a sports bar.

I'm retired military, 50 years old, and single. I live way out in the country in a house I inherited from my parents. It's a big house on 20 acres of land and has a barn which I have converted to a discipline center. Yes, I'm a dom and, throughout the years, have engaged in the discipline of many younger boys and girls. The buildings are far enough away from the road and my neighbors that no one can hear any of the yelling and crying that goes on.

She told me how she would be dressed and I spotted her as soon as she walked into the bar. She was in an ankle length skirt and frumpy top with little makeup and her hair up in a bun. But, through the overly conservative attire, I could tell that she was a very pretty girl.

Her name was Jill. She told me that she was divorced and had no children. She had been married, in a marriage arranged by her parents, and got divorced because her husband could no longer put up with the way she acted. She felt she needed to be spanked regularly and controlled to settle her down. She did not work and survived on alimony from the divorce.

The long and short of my message to her was that, if I was going to take care of her and make her life better, she had to do what she was told. She looked down for a while and then said she would.

We didn't stay long; I took charge immediately and told her we would go to her house, drop off her car, and she would be staying with me for a while. When we arrived at her house, I told Jill to get her makeup, toiletries, any medicine she was taking, and nothing else. I would be buying her new clothes. She was very obedient and soon we were on the way to my house.

When we got to my house, I sat her in a chair across from me and we started discussing her life in detail. She had been married off, to a man she barely knew, by her parents. He was the owner of the business where her father worked. Soon after the marriage, her father had been promoted and it became obvious that she had been 'sold' to her father's employer in exchange for the promotion.

Her marriage was a disaster from the onset with her spending a lot of time acting out, mainly because she was with someone she didn't love. Her marriage was sexless with the exception of one time he had forced himself on her right after they got married. She knew her rebellious nature would eventually end with her in jail so she knew she needed to be controlled. Would I do that? Yes.

I took in what she had to say and, when she was done, I laid out the plan for her. I would agree to take care of her and do my best to make her happy. In return, she was under my complete control. She would live the way I wanted her to live, dress the way I wanted her to dress, and have sex with who I wanted her to have sex with. Disobedience would immediately result in corporal punishment.

Jill thought for about five minutes and nodded her head 'yes'. I told her I needed to hear it from her verbally. She said, "Yes, I agree. I will do what I am told. My life is a disaster while I am in control of it. Something has to change".

I told her to stand up and remove her clothing. She gasped some, but stood up and slowly removed her shirt and skirt. She stopped undressing then. I let Jill know she was to remove all of her clothing. She started to tear up, but took off her bra; then lowered her panties to her ankles and kicked them off.

Nude, she was beautiful. Perfect skin and solid "B" cup breasts with eraser size nipples that were hard as a rock. She had a ton of pubic hair. I told her that her pussy would be dehaired. She asked if I mean shaved and I told her, no, removed permanently.

I had her kneel in front of me and I'm sure she thought she was destined to give me a blow-job. But, instead, I put a one-inch wide collar around her neck. I tightened it enough where it wouldn't choke her, but she would always know it was there and who put it there. I locked it in place with a small padlock and pocketed the key.

I lifted her face and kissed her. My tongue pushed through her lips and explored her mouth. It was a long, passionate kiss designed to let her know I owned her. "You are mine now Jill. The collar is your slave collar and is a reminder to you of your status. You will wear it all the time, except for showers and baths. Do you understand"?

She began crying and lifted up to hold me tight. Through the sobbing, she said, "I hope you are telling me the truth because, if you are, you are exactly what I need."

Nude, we slept together that night. She asked me if we were going to have sex and I told her, "No, you have to earn that". With that, she dozed off. As always, my one year old Black Lab, Joey, slept at the bottom of the bed. She had never had a pet before, so this was another new thing for her. She soon became very attached to Joey though and they played together often or she would sit in the couch with his head on her lap as she rubbed his ears.

The next morning, I let her sleep in and made her an appointment at the local depilatory spa. When she got up, I told her to make breakfast for us, which she did. While we were eating, I told her that she would be losing all of her hair below the waist.

I waited in the lobby for Jill as she got her first laser treatment. When it was done, the technician called me in to show me how to do the post-treatment care. Jill was nude, laying on a recliner. Her underarms and crotch were an angry red, almost like a sunburn. The technician informed me that Jill's underarm hair would probably not grow back, but her pubic area would require one or two more treatments to make her permanently devoid of pussy hair. She had also been bent over and had the hair between her bottom cheeks treated, so she was pretty sore there also. When done, she would be as hairless as the day she was born.

The technician gave Jill a robe to wear as her clothes were too tight and we headed home. Once back at the house, I took Jill's robe away from her and let her stretch out on a recliner in the living room. I used the salve we had gotten at the spa to soothe the fire on her skin, which she appreciated.

It did take two more treatments over the next four days, but eventually Jill was as hairless, with no hint that any hair had ever been there, and all of the burning had healed up. Even though she had worried in the beginning, she ended up submitting to her new look. One of the side benefits for her is that it made her horny constantly. Without hair to cover her clitoris, every time her thighs moved, her little nub was rubbed, causing intense sexual stimulation. Often, she found her own juices running down her legs when she walked. I told her that, soon, we would be expanding her sexuality.

She had been very good throughout her treatments and, so, I rewarded her by beginning to have sex with her. It was wonderful for both of us. I did find her a little inexperienced though. She knew about oral sex, but, for her, it was mostly licking and not sucking and she had never had a man cum in her mouth or swallowed. I introduced her to both on our first night. We also visited a local OB/GYN and got Jill hooked up with birth control pills; I didn't want her pregnant until I was ready for her to be pregnant. It became a morning ritual of ours for me to supervise her taking her pill. More and more, I was taking away her ability to handle her own matters, which is what she needed.

The days afterwards brought two major events to Jill's life. One was her new wardrobe. I took her to a popular, local, dress shop frequented by the college crowd. Once there, I showed her a classic summer sundress and told her she was to pick out a half dozen in different colors and take them to the dressing room to try on for me. They were to fit her shape snugly, come down to the top of her boobs, and be no longer than mid-thigh. She modeled them for me with no underwear. She tried each on and I only had to reject two out of the six and send her back to replace them with ones that fit better.

The second was the beginning of Jill getting periodic spankings to keep her aimed in the right direction. When I first told her about them, she said that, if her ex-husband had kept control of her in that way, she might still be married. She knew she needed that control in her life.

That night, we went out to the barn; it was her first time there. She walked from the house to the barn, about 200 feet, nude. There was no problem with that since my nearest neighbor was about 1/2 mile away. I had leashed her for the walk; it was important to emphasize her submissiveness to her.

When I turned on the light in the barn, she gasped. The spanking bench was the prominent piece of furniture in the room. Designed to hold the spankee, laying on her belly, bent over at a 90 degree angle, with their bottom waist high to the spanker, there was no doubt to its purpose.

A slight jerk on the leash got Jill moving towards the spanking bench. Once there, I ordered her to lay on the bench with her hips at the highest point; that's when she started shaking in fear.

I spread her feet apart and velcro'd them to stirrups set about three feet apart. Next were straps to spread and restrain her legs, just above the knees. A large strap across her waist and her butt could wiggle slightly, but not get out of the way of what was going to happen to it.

Finally, a strap across her neck to hold her head against the cushion and two more to spread and secure her wrists.

I then adjusted the barn's cameras to make sure her punishment was recorded from all angles.

She was a beautiful sight. Bent at 90 degrees with her wrists extended and restrained, her knees being about 36 inches apart stretched her ass skin tight and exposed the gap between her cheeks so the strop would visit every part of her skin. She was ready.

She was already whimpering. "Jill, it will be a long time before you forget the ass beating you are about to get. And, you will continue to get them regularly until any desire you have to make your own decisions is gone. Do you understand"?

"Yes, sir".

"Please sir, I'll be good. Please don't spank me."

"I know you will Jill, but both of us know you are unable to control yourself," and that's the last thing I said to her.

My razor strop is 24 inches long, 2-1/2 inches wide, and 1/8 inch thick. I've had 10 dime size holes punched in it; places for the skin to pop through, creating blisters that would last long after the soreness from the whooping was gone. It was made to leave a lasting impression.

I kissed her on the forehead. Then, got behind her and leveled the strop on her rear. The first blow flattened both of her ass cheeks and, when it bounced off; all that was left was a bright red stripe. She might have screamed, but was too busy taking in a huge breath of air. For a second, I didn't know if she would exhale. Then, she did and screamed louder than I have ever heard from anyone.

The next stroke landed just below the first and caught the tender skin where her ass met her thighs. Another animalistic scream came from her followed by the beginnings of uncontrolled crying.

The third covered the remaining, untouched area, on her butt. That brought a wild dancing of her ass cheeks as they thrashed around in their restraints. Her head flew up in the air as a wild shriek came from her lips.

Blisters created by the holes in the strop were beginning to form. Her entire ass had now been visited by the strop. Subsequent stokes would be landing on already punished skin. Her ass cheeks were convulsing and her thighs shaking. The skin turned pink, then red, then crimson, then magenta, then purple.

I moved around to her other side. The next three strokes visited the other side of her ass. The only sounds coming from her were incoherent screaming mixed in with continuous sobbing.

She got 24 strokes of the strop that night; enough to blast every square inch of her ass cheeks four times. She was choking and sobbing when it was over. I kept her restrained to the bench for about a half hour to let her gain her strength back. When I released her, I handcuffed her hands in front of her to make sure she couldn't rub her ass to sooth it.

I turned her loose from the bench, attached the leash to her collar, and we took a walk back to the house for a night's sleep. Her hands remained cuffed in front of her for an hour; I wanted her to get the full effect of the burning and itching. During that time, I did notice her massaging her pussy though. The heat and itching must have radiated there.

Jill spent the next couple of weeks getting used to the house and taking care of it and me. Every Friday night brought a trip to the barn and an ass warming for her. And, after every whooping, she would thank me and tell me how much better off she was now that she was in control of someone who cared.

Additionally to the weekly spankings, I always carried a wooden paddle in the car. She knew that, if she acted up while we were out, the car was as far as she was going to get before her ass got worn out. It happened pretty often in the beginning, mainly because she had a hard time controlling her mouth, but as the weeks went along, Jill figured out that she didn't like it and began controlling herself.

It was time to expand her sexuality. That would loosen up her critical attitudes about other people, which I told her was crucial to her taking a submissive lifelong role. That had been one of her poor decisions, thinking she was better than other people.

So, one night, we sat at the table and talked. How many sexual partners had she had? "One". How many men had she kissed or let fondle her? Again, "one". Had she ever had feelings for another man besides her husband? "Yes". How many? "Three". Had she gone any further with them then kissing? "No". Had she ever had an uncut cock? "No, what's that mean". Had she ever been attracted to a Black man? "No, never. My parents taught us that isn't right". Does she find other women attractive? "Well, yes. sometimes". Had she ever kissed another woman? "No, never". Do you want to have children some day? "Yes".

The biggest change needed in her attitude was obvious. I decided that every racist thought in her head had to go away. And, the best way to do that was through physical intimacy. If a person of another race was good enough to use her body, then that person could not be inferior to her. It was as simple as that.

There was a cute happening one night. We were in bed and had gone through a good 45 minutes of love making. Afterwards, we laid on top of the blankets with Jill on her back next to me, her head on my shoulder. As always, she had not cleaned up after our sex; she liked the feeling of being juicy and the scent that came from her throughout the night.

I was awakened by a yelp from Jill and quickly turned on the lights. She was sitting up with Joey's head between her legs. He had smelled her scent and decided to lick her pussy. His big tongue going up and down her pussy had woke her up with a start, and an orgasm. I laughed, told her to relax, and that she couldn't blame the dog for wanting some too. Jill replied, "Ewe", but covered up with the blanket and laid back down. Joey crawled up and put his head on her other shoulder. I never did figure out if she really liked it or didn't.

It was a Thursday night that I rented a room at a local resort hotel. It had a couple of good restaurants and a popular sport's bar. I told Jill we were going to go out and party, just to relax and get away from the house. She was excited and wore a cute, lime green sun dress. Like all of her dresses, it came down only a couple of inches below her butt and showed off her breasts nicely, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra or underwear. It was going to be a fun night.

We checked in, dropped our back packs in the room, and went to the bar. The place was crowded and lots of folks were dancing.

We got a table in the corner, a couple of drinks, and ordered something to eat. In the meantime, Jill and I started some people-watching, mainly at the singles in the bar.

Most of the single males were Black, which was exactly what I was hoping for. I got her to talk about how good looking they were or how well built they seemed to be. Jill was nervous at first, but gradually began to talk about the males and which ones impressed her most. This was all new for her. Jill had never been out with a Black person and never considered any non-white as potential dating material. Her Dad had always taught her that mixing the races was wrong, something I was going to have to "un-learn" her.

The more we talked, the more she narrowed down the field until she was only talking about one man standing at the bar. He looked to be about 25 years old and was tall and had a football player's stature.

That's when I sprung it on Jill. Tonight was going to be her first Black sexual encounter. For tonight, it would only be oral, but it was going to happen. I half expected her to rebel and need a trip to the car for a butt burning, but she didn't. However, I could tell she was very nervous.

I left her at the table and went over to talk to the guy. His name was Monte and he was an aeronautical engineer on a business trip. Tonight was going to be his only night in town, but he came back often to work. I invited him to our table and he gladly accepted since he didn't know anyone at the bar.

Monte sat between us at our table. We small-talked for around a half hour when I decided it was time to get down to business. "Monte, the reason we're here tonight is to get Jill's first experience with a Black man. For this first time, it'll be only oral, but that should still make it good. We have a room here in the hotel. What do you think"?

Jill blushed until she was bright red and Monte was thoughtful. He looked at Jill and asked, "Is this what you want?"

Before she could answer, I told her to kiss him in way of a response. She was tentative a first, kissing him with her mouth closed, but she soon heated up, opened her mouth, and let his tongue inside her body. The kiss went on for a long time with Jill wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close to her.

"Monte. I want to explain something to you, so you won't think anything strange is going on. Jill was raised in a Southern conservative family and always taught, well frankly, to be racist. Her life until this point has been pretty much of a mess. Recently, she asked me to be her guardian, to help her get her life straightened out. Besides helping her control her emotions, I believe it is important for her learn that all people are the same and what color they are doesn't really matter. So, she and I are beginning a journey to introduce her to interracial sexual relationships, not because she might want to go that way permanently in her life, but to let her know that it would be OK, if she does.

We are starting very slowly with tonight, and you, being her very first steps. If you're interested, her step tonight is oral sex with a man of another race, you. It's all that will happen tonight, but should be good for you. What do you think?"

Monte looked at Jill and asked, "is this what you want"?

"It's what I want and need," Jill responded.

"OK, well, let's go".

With that, I paid the bill and we headed up to our room. Once we were in the elevator, Jill held Monte tightly and began and long, deep kiss that didn't end until the elevator doors opened. Monte held Jill's hand as we walked to our room.

Our room was nice, but not extravagant. Once there, I asked Monte if he would prefer to sit, stand, or lay down. He said he's rather lay down. Monte stood with his back to the bed.

"Go ahead and take off your dress and shoes, Jill". She was nervous and hesitated for a minute or so, but then took off her clothes, much due to the five margaritas I had her drink before we met Monte.

"Now, go to him and remove his clothes." Again, she was clearly scared and hesitated, but a stern look from me got her moving. She unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. Once his shirt was off, she started to soften and gently kissed his chest; then licked his chest as she sank to her knees. Jill's nipples were rubbing against Monte's chest and they were hard as a rock.

One thing I've learned throughout the years that, when a woman is really excited, you can smell her sex from across the room, and I sure could with Jill that evening. She was soaking wet and you could see her lubrication running down the inside of her thigh. I smiled because it meant that, in spite of Monte being Black and her hesitancy because of her upbringing, she was definitely in heat.

Jill undid his belt and unfastened his pants. They slid to the floor and Monte kicked them off. His stiffening cock was clear under his boxers; the head was hanging out of one leg openings. Jill hesitated a long time.

I walked over, put my hand on her shoulder. "Go ahead Jill".

Jill gradually pulled his boxer's down until they fell to his ankles. When she did, 10 inches of rock hard, solid Black, uncut cock hit her right in the face. His length was equaled in impressiveness by his diameter. His cock had to be three inches wide.

"Monte, why don't you lay down on the bed with your cock and balls hanging off the edge so Jill can get to them easily," and that's exactly what he did.

Jill's hormones were controlling her body now, not her brain or her racist upbringing. She wanted cock and it didn't matter much what color it was.

She wrapped her hand around his cock and skinned it downward, exposing the head. To no one's surprise, it was floating in pre-cum. Her mouth went to his balls first, licking and gently sucking on them, one at a time. Monte was moaning; he was reacting to what Jill was doing. I was proud of her, except she had her eyes closed.

"Open your eyes Jill. Get a good look at what you're getting. Look how hard and Black it is". Jill's eyes opened and, once they were, she couldn't take them off the blackness in front of her. She was clearly enthralled with Monte, there was no doubt about that.

Slowly, she licked his cock, from the balls up to the head until her tongue was wet with this pre-cum. She flicked it onto the tip of her tongue; then, closed her mouth so she could taste it. A low, guttural, "Mmmm," escaped her lips as she tasted the saltiness of it.

The pre-cum hitting her taste buds threw Jill into overdrive. Her mouth opened and she lowered her head onto his cock. The color contrast was amazing; the pale, white skin of her face with a hard Black pole sticking out if it. She only had about half of him in her mouth when she started to gag.

I moved in behind Jill and grabbed the two sides of her head. I lifted her head up until only a couple of inches were left in her mouth; then pushed her head down. She started to gag again, but this time I held her in place and applied gentle pressure. An extra half-inch of cock disappeared between her lips. Up again, then down again and another half-inch went down her throat. Her gag reflex was gradually getting overcome. Up and down, over and over, with gentle, but firm pressure each time on the downward strokes. More and more cock went into her mouth without her gagging.

The pressure of her throat and the movement his cock were definitely getting to Monte. His breathing increased until a final, "Ugh," escaped his lips; he started firing rope after rope of thick cum into Jill's mouth. One thing about a Black man's sperm is that it is much thicker and less watery than a White man's. It's no wonder White women get pregnant just from being in the same room with Black bulls.

When Jill felt her mouth filling, she tried to pull her head off his cock, but I had firm control of it. I whispered in her ear, "Let it fill your mouth Jill. Don't swallow, not yet." She whimpered, but did as she was told; the thought of the paddle in the car consumed her brain cells.

When Monte's cock stopped throbbing, I told Jill, "Now don't swallow, but release his cock. Lift your head, look your man in his eyes, open your mouth, and show him how you made him give up his sperm".

Once she did, I waited about 15 seconds, then said, "OK Jill, let's see a big girl swallow."

Jill swallowed, which got Monte pretty excited. She stood up and started to climb up in the bed to get his cock in her pussy. That's when I stopped her, telling her, "That's enough for tonight. Say goodnight to Monte."

As always, this encounter was all about control; me taking her control of her activities away from her.

After Monte left, she started to get a little belligerent, telling me that she wanted more. I told her that we were doing this one step at a time and she wasn't ready for an actual screwing yet. She continued telling me what she thought until I reminded her that the paddle was in the car, right outside the door.

We went back to that hotel and bar several more times over the next weeks with her doing blowjobs each time we went. She became more and more used to it and more addicted to sperm. The last time we went, she blew five different men, swallowing all of their loads with two of them coming back for seconds. I didn't even have to feed her dinner that time; her stomach was full.

She learned something important in those visits; that it was OK for her to give pleasure and get nothing in return. I wasn't trying to torture her, but she needed to learn that she was no longer in control of her sex; I was.

Over the next few weeks, it became evident that Jill had very strong sucking instincts; I don't think she even knew it. And, that when something was in her mouth, a calm came over her. She felt safe, like when she was a baby. I saw that, when she was upset, she would start sucking her thumb and would often fall asleep that way. I had even bought her an adult pacifier which she fell asleep sucking on most nights.

A neighbor of mine was a single Mom who had recently birthed a child, but had lost it to CPS; her life was a mess and she had trouble taking care of herself. I suspected that she was a lesbian because the only other adult I had ever seen her with was another woman.. Even though Maria was not breast feeding her baby, her boobs were still loaded with milk. She hadn't been able to afford the prescriptions needed to dry them up.

Maria knew about Jill and had met her several times when we had bar-b-que's at one of the two houses. She also knew of Jill's needs. I asked her what she would think about nursing Jill. She was intrigued and said, "yes".

I asked Maria over on a Friday and plan on spending the night. Jill and I were, as always, nude around the house. When Maria came in, she took her clothes off too. After dinner, we all sat around the living room, just chatting. Maria was on the couch.

I took Jill's hand and told her to come. I laid her on the couch on her side, with her head on Maria's lap and facing her. Jill's mouth was inches from Maria's milk filled breasts. Both Maria and I were surprised when, as soon as Jill's lips brushed one of Maria's nipples, she immediately took to the nipple and latched on. She began gently sucking and you could see her throat moving as she swallowed the warm milk. Maria reached between Jill's legs and began massaging her clit, which increased the speed of Jill's sucking as her hips bucked against Maria's fingers. It wasn't very long before the first breast dried up and Maria switched Jill to her other side.

A side note here. I had never watched a woman's breast as it got drained. Maria's boobs were solid as a rock with nipples pointing out horizontally when Jill began nursing. By the time she was done, both breasts were loose, sort of flat, and the nipples pointed straight down. There had definitely been a lot of milk in them and Jill drank it all. Another nuance is that, once a woman starts producing milk, as long as she is regularly breast feeding, she will produce milk, literally, forever.

The three of us fell asleep in bed that night. The next morning, the two girls were wrapped around each other so tightly you couldn't have pried them apart with a crowbar. They woke up before me and were busy deep kissing and masturbating each other. Since Jill had no experience with another woman's body, Maria was the instructor, telling Jill where to rub and how hard.

Jill asked me if it was OK if they stayed in bed for a while after I got up. Since this was her first encounter with another woman, I told her "sure".

That night, I had made arrangements to meet Monte at the hotel, but hadn't told Jill. After lunch, I told her to get dressed in one of her dresses and put an overnight bag together; we were going out. Maria went home and we told her we would see her the next day.

On the way to the hotel, I clued Jill in; tonight was her night to get broken in by a large Black cock. I told her she was to obey Monte as if it were me talking to her and to be prepared to be going home with a pretty sore pussy tomorrow morning. Her reply was a short, "Yes sir".

She remembered the size of Monte's cock and was trembling at the thought of it pushing its way inside her belly.

I had reserved a two bedroom suite so I could stay in one room and Monte and Jill in the other. I had already talked to Monte and he knew what I wanted for Jill and was excited to do it. Compared to his size, the cocks she had so far were relatively small; she might as well have been a virgin.

Monte was there when we arrived. I shook his hand and said, "Give me your clothes Jill". She pulled off her dress and shoes and handed them to me. "OK guys, have fun. Checkout time is 11 AM".

With that, I went to my room, turned on the TV, and settled in for the night.

During that night, the sounds from their room went from 'ouch', to soft crying, to moaning, to snoring. Guessing from the number of times I got woken up, I'd guess he worked her five or six times during the night with the last being at around 8:30 in the morning.

Monte knocked on my door around 9 and said he had to go to work. I thanked him and he left.

I found Jill kneeling on the bed in her room; her legs spread and her chest laying on the mattress. Going behind her, the only description of her pussy was 'gaping'. It was about a big around as a coke can and was dripping with a mixture of sperm and pussy juice. She was whimpering softly. It was going to be days before her pussy shrank back to its 'pre-fucked' size.

I helped her to her feet but she kept her legs spread as wide as she could. I helped Jill get her dress and shoes back on and we headed for the parking lot. Jill's walk was a 'waddle' with her feet wide apart. As we went through the lobby, people stared, but were kind enough not to say anything.

I spread a towel on the seat in my truck to keep her from leaking all over and we drove home.

When we got home, Jill went straight to Maria and began nursing. Maria had a rag filled with ice that she held on Jill's pussy in an effort to reduce the swelling. I went to my office to do some work, but noticed that Jill and Maria were in a deep conversation.

A couple of hours later, Maria knocked on my door and asked if we could talk.

"I want to know if I can join Jill in how her life is handled here."

"Why would you want to do that," I asked.

"I have never been able to hold on to a man, mainly because of my belligerent Latina attitude and I need to get a dose of reality and calm down if I'm ever going to find a husband. It's simple as that".

"Did Jill explain how things go here - how her life is?"

"Yes, and I understand. I don't like it that I need it, but I do need it. I need to be trained to be a more normal person."

"I'll tell you what. I agree. But, I want you to think about it for 24 more hours. If, after that time, you still want to, I'm going to put a collar on you and your chance to back out is gone. Understand?"

"Yes sir"

The next morning, I was in the living room, reading the paper; I hadn't gotten dressed yet. Jill and Maria came in, holding hands. They were both nude. Maria came up to me, knelt down between my legs, and began giving me a very sensuous blowjob.

I had been prepared for her to make her decision and had gotten one of Jill's spare collars out of my drawer. As Maria sucked, I wrapped the collar around her neck and locked it with a loud 'click'. Maria kept sucking until I came in her mouth; she looked up at me with a tear in her eye and swallowed. Jill moved in and kissed her deeply, exploring Maria's mouth with her tongue.

I called the depilatory spa and made an appointment for later that day. Maria's pubic hair was thick and course, so it took five treatments over 10 days to render her completely hairless, but eventually it was done. After that, there was no keeping the girls from having their heads between each other's legs and the smell of pussy was prominent in the house. Joey was well aware of it too and tried often to get his nose between one of their legs. The girls weren't mean to him, but giggled as they pushed him away.

Then, came Friday. It was Maria's turn to go to the barn.

I leashed both girls and led them to the barn.

Maria was trembling as we entered the barn and Jill was trying to comfort her. Jill knew Maria would survive, but also how much it hurt to be broken down.

I attached Jill's collar to a chain hanging from the wall to keep her from interfering. Then, I led Maria to the bench and bent her over it. Straps were put in place and Maria was secured. Her ass was bigger than Jill's, since she was older and had birthed a child. It was also tougher to the touch. It was going to take more strokes, than needed for Jill, to break her resistance.

Maria was trembling and said, "I'm not sure I want to do this."

"It's too late Maria. You're already strapped down and you are going to do it. As your tail gets beat, you're first going to get mad, then you're going to get furious, and finally, you will break. Your mind will figure out that you are no longer in control of anything, even the worst pain you can imagine. You'll stop fighting the bindings and just start crying uncontrollably. That's where you mind needs to get and it's going to happen. You will fight it, you will try to resist it, but your mind will eventually get trained."

I kissed her on the head, stepped back and let the strop fly. It landed directly in the center of her ass. Her ass flattened, then rebounded and, when the strop bounced off, there was a bright red stripe of pain across Maria's butt.

Maria screamed, then began swearing in Spanish. I don't speak Spanish, but it was pretty clear what she was saying.

The second stroke shut her up as she sucked in a huge breath of air. It had landed above the first, right at the beginning of her ass crack. I waited until she started breathing; then the swearing in Spanish began again.

I aimed the third stroke for the tenderest part of anyone's ass; the 'sit spot' where her butt ended and her thighs began. That brought the loudest screech of all and started Maria breathing heavily. The fourth stoke filled in the only unmarked space on her ass.

It took 36 strokes of the strop before the swearing turned into sobbing and Maria stopped struggling against the straps that held her. Jill, who had watched the entire thing, was crying in sympathy for her friend's pain.

I reached between Maria's legs and found her pussy to be sopping wet; she had cum majorly. I dipped my fingers in her pussy, walked over to Jill, and put them in her mouth. She greedily sucked them dry. Then, I probed Jill's pussy and found her the same way. Gathering Jill's pussy juice on my fingers, I put them under Maria's nose. She immediately opened her mouth and began sucking on my fingers.

Maria's ass was a mix of colors from purple to black and was covered with blisters created by the holes in the strop. It was going to be many days before she could sit comfortably again, but that was good. The longer she remembered this session, the better.

I leaned over Maria and kissed her on the forehead. She looked up at me and said, "please take care of me."

I told her not to worry; she was mine now.

I released both girls. Jill went to Maria and held her until she was strong enough to stand. I leashed them both and we walked back to the house.

Once back in the house, I sent the girls to bed to take a nap. Once there, I heard familiar sounds and went to Jill's bedroom door to watch. They were in a 69 position, pleasuring each other with their tongues. Maria was on top; I'm sure because she didn't want anything touching her ass.

Jill knew better though about where that burning and itching would radiate to. She reached up with both hands and squeezed Maria's ass cheeks. Maria yelped, then moaned and orgasmed, flooding Jill's face with pussy juice.

I went to feed Joey and, when I came back, they were asleep.

Well, it's time to wrap this story up. The girls and I have a plane to catch to Orlando for a week-long vacation. It's now nearly a year later. Maria has decided that a Black cock makes her feel pretty good too; Jill, of course, already knows that. Both of the girls want to have babies, so have been on fertility meds for a couple of months. They will both come into heat in about two weeks. I contacted Monte and he has arranged for a group of his friends to keep the girls inseminated continuously when they are ovulating. So, in nine months or so, I'll be the surrogate Grandpa to my daughter's two children.

Having a family is great.