That was our basic routine for quite awhile. It was every Saturday at first, and then started tapering off, as vacations, holidays, work and family obligations took over. Sometimes we’d be back to every week; sometimes it would be down to just once a month.
Rochelle was very faithful. Apparently, the first Dom they had reached out to had been the right choice. I filled her need to be a dominated woman, and she never gave any indication of wanting to look elsewhere or move on. I have to say, she fulfilled quite a few of my needs as well. She was a very obedient slave, with just enough of a naughty streak to make it interesting. I knew she acted out to get marks on the board when she was craving the leash and collar. Gary obviously knew too, and went along with it. I had flings, dates, and friends with benefits of course, but could always take time out to go and punish my slave from Rancho Cucamonga.
I marked our sixth month point by leading Rochelle upstairs on her hands and knees after her whipping. I ordered her on her knees in her shower and administered her first golden shower. She’d always known it was one of my preferences, and part of the deal. But after weeks, and then months without my making a move in that direction, I’m suspect she may have written off the possibility. It couldn’t have worked out better. Kneeling there while I took my sweet time to piss all over her body brought her to a new level of deep submission. I was marking her as mine, in an all-new way. Afterwards, I made her bring herself off with her favorite vibrator while she was covered in piss, while I watched. Then I made Gary clean her off. She later told me that the utter humiliation turned her on in ways she never anticipated.
The belts and panties in the mouth were fine at first, but some real toys and accoutrements were obviously necessary at some point. At first I started shopping online for ball-gags and leather restraints, like anyone would. But then I hit upon a much better idea that ended up paying real dividends. Rochelle got off on being dominated, serving, following my commands. The humiliation that could come with doing tasks also fired her up. So this is what I did instead of going the lazy man’s Amazon route.
I tasked Rochelle to look up every adult store for sex toys or fetish items within a 20-mile radius. Turns out there were no shortage of them. I guess people were really horny out there in the suburbs. Rochelle’s next assignment was to take her first free weekend without me, and drive around to all of them. In each one, she was to look for female employees. If there were none, she would leave. When she did find a female manning the counter, she was to ask them for advice on selecting her first butt-plug.
Rochelle amassed quite a collection of butt-plugs that weekend. It turned out that nearly every erotica store employed women. A sizable percentage of female customers just didn’t feel comfortable dealing with men for something so intimate. At each stop, Rochelle was under orders to keep the conversation flowing, and share as much information about why she was shopping for a butt-plug as the conversation would allow. Of course she was extremely nervous about this at first. But that translated into an adrenalin rush as she walked into a shop and struggled to work up the nerve to ask a complete stranger for advice on plugging her butt. She felt a huge rush after that first time, walking out of the store with a brand-new butt-plug in her bag. The feelings intensified as she made her rounds that weekend, getting more and more turned on with every new butt-plug she bought.
It’s been my experience that women like to talk, and apparently they really like to talk about sex with each other. A few of them were more interested in just ringing the sale and moving on to the next customer in line. Most of them were intrigued, especially when they dug deeper for more details. Rochelle was under orders to answer every question, no matter how intimate. I’m sure Rochelle’s complete openness about our arrangement turned on quite a few of these women, straight, lesbian, bi or whatever. Rochelle was very personable when she opened up, and easy on the eyes too. So I’m sure those attributes didn’t hurt either. With a few of her new friends, she was practically telling them her life story. She had been so shy and reserved when we had first met. Now she was opening up with women friends in a way she never had before, and really growing to enjoy it.
With a very precious few, we struck gold. Two of these store employees, Dora & Janice, found Rochelle fascinating, and very, very attractive. I had Rochelle narrow her shopping down to their two stores during their shifts. Soon, Rochelle’s weekly stop to pick up the latest item ordered by her master became a welcome ritual for them. They delighted in helping Rochelle with her selections, and pumping her for little tid-bits about her last session with me. Every time Rochelle went shopping for a ball-gag, handcuffs or nipple clamps, she bought one of each at both stores. Eventually, I would get to meet them both.
Janice was a submissive lesbian, and was between Dommes when Rochelle started coming in. She was in her late 20’s, with short bleached blonde hair. After a few months, Janice confided to Rochelle about how frustrated she felt. It had been so long since she’d been punished. She wasn’t interested in men at all, but the more Rochelle talked, the more curious she became about me, and my belt. I had Gary give Rochelle permission to invite Janice over to watch Rochelle’s punishment one Saturday. Janice was nervous meeting me, and very respectful. She asked if it would be appropriate to call me sir. Janice was dead still and quiet standing next to Gary as I gave Rochelle her punishment. I may have gone on a little longer than usual to give Janice a show. Afterwards, I instructed Gary to take her out for a nice long coffee while I fucked my slave. That was still something private between Rochelle and me.
When they returned, I let Janice watch Gary lead Rochelle by the leash to drink from her dog dish. A few days later, Janice asked Rochelle if it might be possible to get her own punishment, so I worked something out that definitely benefited me in the long run. I told Gary to tell Rochelle to tell Janice (yes, a complicated chain of command for communication. It’s part of how I maintained our dominant/submissive dynamic) that if she could come up with a list of reasons for being punished, than I would oblige. The next time I drove to Rancho Cucamonga, Janice was there with a list of infractions compiled by her friends that she thought warranted punishment. So I bent her over the kitchen island, gagged her with a ball-gag, pulled her shorts and panties down, and gave her a nice, hard belt-whipping while Gary & Rochelle watched. She took it all without any safeword signals, and thanked me afterwards. She liked being beaten with a belt, even though she never imagined taking it from a man before. But after punishing Rochelle, I sent Janice off again with Gary. Later, as we all enjoyed Gary’s grilling that night, she confessed to me that although it scratched a massive itch for her, she was also disappointed. She wanted more.
I made a deal with Janice that night. I wouldn’t take her as a full slave, because that wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I already had a slave with Rochelle here in Rancho Cucamonga who fulfilled my needs perfectly. Janice was a lesbian, and would eventually find a woman to submit to. It was just a matter of time, but she needed something to get her through her dry patch. She really wanted to play with Rochelle, and really wanted to submit to me for a short-term thing. So I did what any red-blooded American boy would have done, of course. I invited her in for a threesome.
The next week, I treated Janice just like Rochelle. While Gary had Rochelle ready for me on her knees, I stripped Janice, gagged her with her panties, and leashed and collared her. I then let her participate with Rochelle and I after their punishments. It was the first threesome for all of us, and let me tell you, it wasn’t half bad. I went easy on Janice that first week. I didn’t fuck her, although she was mine to use as I wanted. There was plenty of squeezing and groping and rolling around, but since Janice was an obedient slut, I rewarded her by letting her use Rochelle to get off. It was Rochelle’s first experience with a woman. Janice knew exactly how to direct her. After Rochelle had used her tongue and vibrator to make Janice cum, I hog-tied Janice on her knees, gagged her, and left her there to watch as I butt-fucked Rochelle on the living room floor.
The arrangement lasted for the next few months. Janice submitted to me fully. She dutifully sucked my cock, and submitted to being fucked in her pussy and ass a few times each. As far as I know, I was her first and last man. She didn’t get off by having sex with a man so much, as she did by feeling compelled to submit to Rochelle’s master. I understood the dynamic. It worked for me. Rochelle liked Janice well enough, but wasn’t really bi-sexual. It was the feeling of being commanded by her master to please another woman that revved Rochelle up.
Janice was too attractive and too good a submissive to remain single forever. She eventually found a new Domme, and respectively parted ways with us. Rochelle still kept up her friendship with her. As an anniversary gift for their first year together, I brought Rochelle over to their home to be used for a night.
Dora was another thing entirely. She was a very young Domme (19!) who was completely smitten with the older Rochelle. She looked just like a young Ruby Rose with her expensively styled short dark hair, tattoos, and exclusively black wardrobe (probably modeled herself after Ruby). Rochelle swore she could hear Dora licking her lips every time she got out of her car in the parking lot. Dora made it clear that she would love some more experience, so after a few months we did the same thing we’d done with Janice, and invited Dora over to watch Rochelle be punished, and then go out for coffee with Gary. We invited Dora to do this a few more times, and she always made time in her schedule for it. What she really wanted, of course, was to get her hands and some leather on Rochelle. I talked it over with Gary (who talked it over with Rochelle), and we came up with a plan.