“The island hasn’t changed much since I was here last,” Jessica said to me, as I drove her along the winding, dirt-paved road in my trusty, old Jeep. We had just left the heli-pad, and were en route for the mansion. “It’s just as beautiful and as breath-taking as I remember it being.”
The island wasn’t alone in that regard, I told myself.
Looking over at Jessica for a quick moment, I couldn’t
help but to openly smile at her. Was there anything not to appreciate about this young woman and her overall physical appearance? Long-flowing blonde hair, along with dark, seductive eyes and a pixie-cute, fresh face were the things which struck me at first about her. She was gorgeous.
A closer inspection revealed that Jessica’s body was very trim and athletic - just the way I remembered it - and both her personality and demeanor were simply infectious. The 21-year-old collegiate cheerleader from Texas was just so happy-go-lucky; she could enliven even the darkest of situations just with her mere presence alone. I could tell that just from these few minutes with her.
“There have actually been a lot of changes to the island in the past 18 months,” I told the enchantress in a friendly tone, not wanting to silently gawk at her for too long. “I have added a horse stable on the east side, and there is a bicycle path that runs all throughout the island. The path itself is about 17 miles in length.”
“That would be some bike ride,” she told me with a smile.
“Has anyone made it the whole way?”
“I have, many times,” I replied, before pausing and then hiding a frown. “Trish and Pamela - two ladies that were here last year - they went the distance a few times, too.”
“Tell me about what goes on here on the island,” Jessica requested, running a hand through her long, silky-smooth hair as it blew about in the wind. “What should I expect for the next couple of months?”
To be the new toy for a group of insatiable women.
Although that would have been the honest answer for her question, I could not bring myself to say those words. Not yet, anyway. “Well... it’s hard to explain to an outsider. There is Lindsay and Devon, both of whom I care about very, very much. I may marry Lindsay in the future.”
“You have two women you’re in love with?” Jessica asked, not seeming all that surprised.
Actually, there were six ladies that I was in love with. Soon, that number could reach seven. “Yes. I love Lindsay and Devon very much, as I said. They mean the world to me. But there are more ladies on the island, too. Six total.”
“I already know about Christina,” the bubbly blonde said with a lustful grin. “I can’t wait to get back with her.”
“There is also Lisa, as well as Amy and Stephanie.” My God... how could I explain their Domme/sub relationship to Jessica? What happened if the daily spectacle that Amy was making out of Stephanie was enough to gross Jessica out? She did not seem to be the kinky-fetish type...
“Amy and Stephanie are actually pornstars,” I said, as her eyebrows raised. “Maybe you’ve heard of them? Their stage names are Aimee Embers and Stephanie Sexxon.”
“I don’t watch porn at all,” Jessica replied, hiding a giggle. “I have nothing against it, though.”
“Both Amy and Stephanie are great people,” I told her.
“I am going to be the housekeeper around here,” the Texan
surmised, changing the subject. “Can you tell me what will be expected of me, as your head maid?”
Keeping my eyes focused on the road in front of me as I drove the Jeep, I told her, “Pretty basic stuff, really. I will require that you cook two meals per day for everyone on the island - eight people, yourself included. Breakfast is at ten o’clock sharp each morning, and dinner is at seven each and every night. Usually, the girls grab a snack in the afternoon from the walk-in cooler to tide them over until dinner-time. You will be expected to do the dishes, too, but sometimes I may have the urge to do them myself. I like doing the clean-up, if you can believe that.”
I paused and continued, “I will also expect you to keep the mansion clean and tidy, and do laundry runs everyday. Everyone’s laundry is separated, and you will find a whole mess of laundry machines - ten total - in the utility room. So, it should not be all that time-consuming for you. Just keep everyone’s clothes separated, and you’ll be fine.”
“The mansion is pretty big, the way I remember it,” the young woman softly mused. “You want me to vacuum the whole place every single day?”
“That would be too much for you,” I said with a hearty smile. “The best way to go about it is do sections of the mansion each day. One day, do one section. The next, do another. A suggestion would be to go in three day cycles. Do one-third of the mansion each day. After three days, you’ll have hit the whole building.”
“It doesn’t sound that difficult,” Jessica beamed. “I was making seven dollars an hour doing maid work back home in Texas. You’ll be paying me a thousand bucks a day, eh?”
“Exactly,” were my words. “Just like I paid Louisa, your grandmother. I’m really not that hard of a person to work for, Miss Jessica. You don’t have to keep the place totally spotless. Just keep it nice and tidy, and cook good meals.”
“Grandma always spoke very highly of you,” she told me, which brought a smile to my face. “She knew I was working for a maid service back home, and really wanted me to succeed her here on your island after her retirement.”
“Louisa spoke very highly of you too, dear,” I said to her. “She gave you so much praise that I had to hire you. Louisa was always great to have around for the two years that she was here. I’ll always remember her dusting up a storm with her broom in the background, usually never saying much of anything. I’m going to miss her, Jessica, but I’m very glad that you’ve made your way back to the island. I can’t believe it’s been 18 months since you were here last.”
“I’m NOT the quiet type!” the 21-year-old exclaimed in a playful way. “You’ll learn that about me real quick - if you haven’t already. Grandma and I are different that way.”

* * *

“No, Jeremy,” Amy said to me in a defiant tone, shaking her head for emphasis. “No.”
“But Amy...” I protested, as her and I stood outside the mansion on this warm afternoon. “This is Jessica’s first night on the island. I’m not asking you or Stephanie to do anything drastic, such as permanently change your lifestyle or your ways. All I’m asking you is for tonight, Stephanie comes to dinner with some clothing on, and minus the collar and leash. Just for tonight... it isn’t too much to ask.”
“No,” Amy repeated, shaking her head once more. “N-O spells no. I’m sorry, Jeremy. I don’t really care if this is Jessica’s first night here or not. I don’t really care if what she sees between me and ‘Steph freaks her out, as you say. One of the main lures of this island for me is that you, Jeremy, let all of us be totally open, honest and free with the things we do.”
“I can treat ‘Steph like my personal slut with others around, and not be chastised for it. Lindsay can fuck anything that moves - and she does - and not be looked down for it. You, Jeremy, can have Lindsay dress up like a high school cheerleader and not have others think you are some sort of pervert. We’re all like one, big family, and nothing is against the rules. That’s why I always come back here. No matter what, I can let myself loose here, and not worry.”
Amy paused before continuing, “Just because someone new has come to the island, it’s not right of you to ask that I change the way I do things with Stephanie, Jeremy. She eats dinner every single night completely nude, except for her collar and leash. And she does it sitting on her knees, on the floor beside me. It’s been this way for months, and nothing will change it. Not even Jessica... even if the sight makes her scream out in horror.”
“If you think this new girl would not fit in here with the things we do, Jeremy, you shouldn’t have brought her to the island in the first place. It’s that simple. I am not, under any circumstances, going to have Stephanie come to dinner as anything other than my chained and collared submissive. Jessica will have to deal with it.”
I shook my head in disappointment, although I understood Amy and her viewpoint. Why change the way we do things around here just because one person may object to it? But still... “I’m only asking you for tonight, Amy. Just so Jessica has a chance to get settled in, and meet everyone. You can do whatever you want tomorrow...”
“NO,” the pornstar countered, remaining steadfast in her ways. “If Jessica finds what Stephanie and I do repulsive, what makes you think she will find it any less repulsive tomorrow than she would have tonight? You say not tonight, but I can resume my normal routine with ‘Steph tomorrow. That’s senseless, Jeremy. Either Jessica accepts us, or she doesn’t. Putting it off for a day won’t mean a thing.”
“You’re right, Amy,” I breathed, my shoulders sagged in acceptance. “I guess there is no point in delaying the inevitable. Go ahead and bring Stephanie to dinner tonight, in whatever way you wish. I just wanted everything to be perfect for Jessica when she formally meets all of you.”
Amy’s voice softened as she told me, “You never know, Jeremy. Maybe Jessica is into bondage, too. Maybe seeing Stephanie as my submissive will turn her on.”
“I have been wrong before, dear Amy, but I don’t think I’m wrong this time,” I told her with a grin. “Jessica is not the type of person who is into bondage and submission.”
“You never know,” Amy repeated, offering a smile of her own. “Maybe I’ll have to find out for myself. I did see her earlier, Jeremy. You should have told all of us that you were bringing a real hottie like that to the island. I would have never guessed that she and Louisa are related.” Amy giggled before concluding, “I guess that means 50 years ago, Louisa was a real hottie, too.”
“That’s an interesting thought,” I told her, eyes wide, shaking my head. “But I see your point. Bring Stephanie to dinner tonight in whatever way you wish, dear. I just hope that Jessica is not too shocked by it. If she is, though... you were right. I guess she will have to deal with it.”
“I don’t see why she would be offended,” Amy offered. “Remember that Louisa was the one who wanted Jessica to be hired here. I’m sure if Louisa thought that Jessica would not like the things we do around here, she would have never recommended her for the job. Only makes sense, you know.”

* * *

The time was 6:15pm when I was making my way through the mansion. I was en route for my personal suite, but came to an abrupt halt once I spotted Lindsay seated all by her lonesome at a table inside the library. Of course, this wasn’t the first time - or the last - that simply seeing Lindsay would make me stop dead in my tracks.
The 19-year-old did not notice me at first as I admired her from afar. Dressed in a white tank-top and a pair of pink shorts, along with white socks and sneakers, Lindsay was busy reading a book at the table. The tank-top she was wearing seemed very appropriate, too - it had three, red cherries designed across its front.
Lindsay appeared so sweet and wholesome. That was the exact thought which went through my mind as I watched the young minx play with her free-flowing blonde hair, twirling the long curls around an extended finger. Lindsay really was the one woman I could hug and kiss on forever, and never become tired or bored of her. She was my personal angel...
When she arched her neck to relieve an apparent crink, Lindsay noticed me as I stood in the adjacent hallway. In her own, patented fashion, her blue eyes simply lit-up as she offered me her billion-dollar smile. “Hi Jeremy!” was her friendly greeting, as she waved her hand at me.
“Hi sweetheart,” I returned, now making my way into the library - and over to her. I took a seat at the table and said, “What a strange place to find you... the library? I know you like magazines, but I never thought you were much into reading books.” I tilted my head in a curious manner and asked, “What you got there?”
“Oh... just a reference book about Peru,” she told me, lifting the cover and showing its title to me. “I have always had a real good time visiting the mainland whenever going there with you and Devon, or you and Pamela. Just reading about the history of Peru and its restaurants, the places to go and see... that type of stuff.”
“Are you plotting our next vacation?” I asked, offering her a friendly smile to boot. I reached out and found her left hand with my right, and clutched it gently across the table. “Where have you been today, sweetheart? I haven’t seen you since breakfast this morning.”
“I actually went down to the beach and stayed there all day with Lisa,” Lindsay replied. “Amy and Stephanie were there for awhile, too. I was in the water for six hours.”
“What about Devon and Christina?” I wondered. “They did not go to the beach at all?”
“Not sure what Christina did today,” Lindsay replied. “But Devon said she was feeling a bit tired, so she probably spent a good part of the day in bed after breakfast. Her and I... we were up until four o’clock last night.”
“Doing what?” I asked, my eyes narrow. “That’s kind of late for the two of you.”
“We were busy having sex,” Lindsay told me, a wry smile upon her enchanting face. “I guess I wore her out.”
“Devon can join the club then, sweetheart,” I grinned, my cock starting to twitch within my shorts. “You have worn me out so many times that I lost count. You’re a little bundle of energy though, sweetheart. You never get tired.”
Lindsay giggled and countered, “Devon did fix all of us a nice breakfast this morning, though.”
“Yes she did,” I agreed, nodding my head for emphasis.
“I was talking with Stephanie today when she was at the
beach,” Lindsay said. “She was telling me what a wonderful time she had last night with you, Jeremy.”
“The feeling is mutual,” were my words.
“Not just that, though, Jeremy,” the little blonde mused.
“Stephanie was telling me that you were the first person in a long time who treated her like an actual person. She said instead of telling her what to do - like suck your cock or spread her legs for you - you wanted to talk to her. And, she said you did just that - talk - for a very long time.”
“I always like to talk to all you girls,” I told Lindsay. “Especially when I spend the night with one of you... or two of you, or more. I’ve always enjoyed talking with Stephanie. Amy has made her into a submissive slut, but I really can’t bring myself to look at her that way.”
“’Steph told me you said that to her,” Lindsay countered. “She absolutely loves being a submissive for Amy and all of her nasty friends. But last night, ‘Steph said, you made her remember what it was like to be an actual person again. She really enjoyed that conversation with you.”
“I enjoyed talking to her, too, dear.”
Lindsay smiled in a playful way and said, “You find it
hard to think of ‘Steph as a slut... yet you call me your ‘lil cheerleader slut. You’ve called me it many times, in fact.” Lindsay grinned once more before coyly adding, “I’m a slut, but ‘Steph isn’t. What’s wrong with this picture?”
“You ARE my ‘lil cheerleader slut,” I returned, my smile wide. “In fact, you gave yourself that nickname last year, sweetheart.” I squeezed her hand a bit harder and added, “I wouldn’t call you that if you didn’t like it.”
“I like it,” Lindsay smiled. “I know you love to think of me that way, Jeremy. So, I like it. I like it a lot.”
“The idea of being Dominant and placing women into bondage has always intrigued me,” I told her. “But I always looked at it as a game - a way to have fun for 15 or 20 minutes, or maybe even a whole night.” I paused before continuing, “I just don’t agree with what Amy has done to Stephanie, though. It seems as if Stephanie is nothing more than an object now. I do not agree with that. No one should be thought of as a toy. Stephanie is much better than that.”
“’Steph is happy, though,” Lindsay offered. “This is how she wants to be treated. She says that herself. Plus, her and Amy love each other. That is pretty apparent.”
“I agree, sweetheart,” were my words. “But still, what Amy has done - the extreme level - I just don’t agree with it. Having Stephanie be absolutely nude all the time, with that collar and leash around her neck - I don’t like it. I especially don’t like her having to eat meals on the floor. Yesterday it was a novel idea, but today I gave it a lot of thought and came to the conclusion that I don’t like it.”
“I would think you enjoy seeing ‘Steph nude all the time,” Lindsay said to me in a perky, energetic tone. “Most men, I’m quite sure, would like it, too.”
“I do enjoy seeing Stephanie nude,” I told her. “But I also like to see her in actual clothing. A tank-top or a blouse... some tight shorts, or even a bikini. Something that makes my imagination run wild. If there are no clothes, nothing is left to the imagination.” I paused and added, “That’s why I love seeing you in your cheerleading get-ups, Lindsay. You drive me INSANE with those little uniforms.”
“Hmmmmm,” the 19-year-old returned. “I get your point. You like seeing ‘Steph nude, but you also like seeing her in clothes. I can understand that. Still, though... this is how both of them have chosen to live. I see no problem with it as long as Amy and Stephanie are happy together.”
I shook my head in response to those words. These two ladies may have been happy together. But was Stephanie happy with what she had become in life? Since she enjoyed our conversation so much last night - when I spoke to her as an “actual person” - I had my doubts about that.
It seemed to me that if Stephanie really wanted to be treated as an object, she would want it all the time. Someone who treated her with respect (as I did last night) would have no place in her life if that was the case. At least, that was how I looked at things.
But there was no need for me to prolong this subject with Lindsay. I would hopefully get answers for my questions concerning Amy and Stephanie in the coming weeks. So, I decided to change the topic of conversation with Lindsay. “Tell me, dear... have you met Jessica yet?”
“Earlier,” was her reply. “I stopped by her room when she was unpacking her stuff. Jessica is very pretty. Why did you keep that a secret from us, Jeremy? I thought she would be some nice, old lady... just like Louisa. I had no idea that she was 21, and Louisa’s grand-daughter.”
“Christina wanted to keep the part about Jessica being young and beautiful a secret, sweetheart. Christina and I actually have a history with Jessica. She visited Louisa here on the island about a year and a half ago. That was during the time when Christina commuted back-and-forth between her family in New York and here, to visit me.”
“Jessica was telling me that she had been here in the past,” Lindsay squealed. “Apparently, you and Christina showed her a really good time back then. I can guarantee you that she can’t wait to get back with Christina.”
“Jessica told you about the times Christina and I had sex with her?” I asked, my eyes wide. Lindsay nodded her head as I said, “That’s really kind of strange.”
“This is my own opinion, of course...” the teen offered. “Jessica may need the money that comes from being an employee of yours - a thousand bucks a day she told me. But I think the real reason she came here was to get fucked.” My eyes went wide once more as Lindsay added, “Maybe Louisa told her all about the things which go on here?”
“I just can’t see that,” were my words, as I shook my head. “Why would someone want their grand-daughter to be on an island like this? Doesn’t make any sense.”
“Is there anything bad that goes on here?” Lindsay said, countering my thought. “Well... besides what Amy has done to Stephanie - at least in your eyes. But is there anything here that is totally wrong? You make it sound like this island is a terrible place, Jeremy. Why WOULDN’T Louisa want Jessica to be here?”
“For a bi-sexual woman who is looking for the absolute time of her life, your island is the place. We have a very gracious host - you, Jeremy - plus we stay in an upscale mansion, have miles of beaches and surf, and live in a picture-perfect paradise. The weather is always great, except for the occasional storm. Louisa knew all of this more than anyone. Maybe she wanted Jessica to be here...”
“What you say, sweetheart, makes sense,” I told her. “On the other hand, though, I still can’t see someone wanting their grand-daughter to stay on this island so she can have sex. I honestly believe that Louisa has absolutely no idea that Jessica is bi-sexual. Her sole intention for Jessica coming here was so she could be the house-keeper.”
“Louisa knew everything that went on here,” Lindsay said to me. “Are you trying to tell me that Louisa did not know that you and Christina had three-somes with Jessica when she was visiting here before? Louisa knew everything...”
“That may be right, but still...”
Lindsay cut me off by saying, “I bet you anything that if
you were to ask Jessica... Louisa wanted her on this island for the very reason I say she did. Louisa knew what a great place this was - the atmosphere, the people - and she thought that Jessica would fit in real nicely here.”

* * *

At dinner-time, I was very happy (and somewhat surprised) that Amy had changed her mind from earlier as Stephanie had actual clothing on. Though it wasn’t all that much - a half halter-top, skintight denim shorts and a pair of sneakers - it was more than nothing at all. Best of all, Stephanie was also missing the collar (along with the leash) she routinely wore around her neck.
It was good to see that Amy had thought about it, and granted my earlier request. Now, Jessica would not be subjected to their Domme/submissive lifestyle until breakfast tomorrow morning. That was good, at least for tonight...
Amy even allowed Stephanie to take a seat at the table next to her in a chair - and not on the floor. I gave Amy a tender smile in appreciation as I sat across from her, but she did not return it. She simply nodded her head at me.
Once everyone got settled in at the table, Jessica wheeled out the cart of dinner food and prepared to serve it to all of us. She had fixed two different casseroles - one chicken and the other turkey, with sides of oven-baked garlic bread and pumpkin muffins. Devon, Lindsay, Amy, Stephanie and Lisa chose the chicken casserole, while Christina and yours truly opted for the turkey. The food smelled absolutely delicious!
Once Jessica ventured back into the kitchen area - after telling us that she would soon return with our drinks - Amy turned toward me and declared, “This is a one-night event for Stephanie, Jeremy.” I looked at the luscious brunette, who cast her eyes downward in a very submissive manner. “I am only doing this for you, Jeremy,” Amy added. “When tomorrow comes, Stephanie will be chained and collared, and she will eat her meals in her proper place - on the floor.”
But what is the point of that, Amy?
That thought went through my mind as the nasty pornstar continued, “After tomorrow morning, Jessica will not think one thought about how I treat SLUTANIE.”
“Oh?” I said, my interest suddenly high. “Why is that?”
“We’re going to gang-bang Jessica tomorrow morning in the
shower,” Amy replied, which sent my eyebrows skyrocketing. “It would be tonight, but apparently she told Christina that she was tired from her long airline flight and wanted to go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow morning, though...” Amy’s words trailed off as a wicked grin came to her lovely face.
“Gang-bang her in the shower?” I asked, gulping my throat.
“All of us,” Amy told me. “We all agreed. When Jessica
goes to the shower room in the morning, we’re all going to follow her... and have our way with her.” My eyes nearly popped from their sockets as the red-head added, “I’m going to bring my whole collection of strap-on dildos, too.”
“After tomorrow morning in the group shower room, Jessica will be accustomed to how we do things here on the island,” Christina offered. “She will be one of us.”
“And she won’t mind that Slutanie belongs to me,” Amy added. “It may be strange for her to see Slutanie in her collar and leash, but she will accept it. Devon and Lindsay accepted it, as did Christina and Lisa before them.”
“Drinks are served!” Jessica announced, wheeling another cart into the common room. “Let’s see... I have both white and chocolate milk, fruit punch, orange juice and iced tea. Everyone, tell me what it is that you want to drink.”
Not only did the dinner food smell delicious, but it also tasted that way as well. Indeed, it was readily apparent that Jessica was related to Louisa. The way they prepared their food tasted extremely similar. It seemed as if Louisa had never left the island in the first place!
After everyone finished with their meal, Jessica cleared the table and started in on the dishes. Although Jessica hadn’t had any time to do any cleaning or laundry yet since this was still her first day here, I thought she was going to do an excellent job on the island for me.
Judging by what Amy had in store for her in the morning, I also knew that Jessica would fit in nicely with the other ladies. That was the most apparent thing of all. She was going to be a brand-new toy for all of them...

* * *

“Well... hello there, Devon,” I said to the intoxicating blonde, as I entered my personal suite and found her laying upon my bed. Curled on her side, Devon was wearing a white nightie which was very thin, and made of pure lace. Since its hem was riding somewhat high, I could easily tell that the 25-year-old did not have any panties on underneath it. Her moist, tender pussy had caught my eyes immediately...
“Hi Jeremy,” Devon returned, turning her head toward me and offering her own billion-dollar smile.
Dinner had been over for three hours, and I had come to my private suite on this beautiful, star-lit evening hoping to catch a good eight to ten hours of sleep. But with Devon here, I knew I would be lucky to get half that much sleep.
“What do I owe the pleasure of your company tonight to?” I asked her in a gentlemanly manner, taking her hand and kissing it gently as she peacefully lounged upon the bed.
“You were with Lindsay and Amy a few nights ago, then Lisa the next night and Stephanie last night,” Devon told me. “Now, it’s my turn to be with you.”
Grasping the hand I had just kissed, I sat down next to Devon and smiled at her. “You never have to worry about it being your turn, sweetheart. It’s always your turn. You are welcome to stay with me anytime you feel like it.” I leaned down and kissed Devon on the lips for emphasis.
“If I had my way, I’d be here every single night,” the busty blonde told me. “But I don’t want to take you away from the others. You still need to be with Christina and Jessica, sexually speaking. Then, you’ll have been with everyone since the others returned to the island.”
I grinned at her words and said, “Christina was telling me earlier that she wants to try and get Jessica to have a three-some with me tomorrow evening... just like old times.”
“Yeah, I heard Jessica has been here before,” Devon mused.
With my free (left) hand, I sought out and clutched one of
Devon’s large, plump breasts, then massaged it gently through the sheer nightie she had on. “I’ve always looked forward to spending the night with you, sweetheart.”
“I also heard that you’re against the relationship between Amy and Stephanie,” Devon said. “Lindsay was telling me all about it earlier. Don’t worry though, Jeremy. We’ll keep it a secret from Amy and Stephanie, and everyone else, too.”
“I’m not against their relationship,” I told her. “I think Amy and Stephanie go real good together. What I’m against is the way Amy treats Stephanie. I do not see the point of having a collar around your neck, and being led around the mansion by a leash like a pet.”
“Just because you don’t understand it does not make it wrong,” Devon countered in her calm, squealy tone. “I’ve had many people in my life who question why I’m bi-sexual. That does not make me being bi-sexual wrong... or does it?”
“Not at all,” I said to her. “I guess my whole point is whether or not Stephanie is truly happy with her role. I know that she loves Amy, and Amy loves her. I just wonder if Stephanie likes being a round-the-clock submissive.”
“She seems pretty happy to me,” Devon giggled, shaking her head. “I don’t know about you, Jeremy.”
“I just don’t understand what pleasure Stephanie can possibly derive from being treated the way she is.”
“Stephanie is pleasing her Mistress,” Devon told me. “That is her source of pleasure. I used to play a few bondage games with my last girlfriend. I’ve told you and Lindsay about her before, Jeremy. Her name was Jennifer. It’s a very complex and unique lifestyle. It’s also very hard to understand for someone who doesn’t quite get it.” Devon paused before adding, “I think Stephanie is happy.”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “Maybe I should just give up worrying about it, then. Maybe I don’t understand it, I guess. As long as Stephanie is truly happy with the way she gets treated... I’m happy for her, too.”
“Good!” Devon chirped, a big grin upon her lovely face. “That’s the spirit! Even if you don’t understand it, you can at least accept it, and say you’re happy for her.”
“I guess...” was my uneven response.
“Stephanie seems so much more happy right now than she
did last winter,” Devon added. “And even Amy... she seems to have a sense of purpose right now in her life. I think the two of them go together ALMOST as good as you, Lindsay and me go together, Jeremy.” Devon smiled at me after saying those words as I lovingly gazed down into her eyes.
“NO ONE goes as good together as me, you and Lindsay do,” I told her, squeezing her luscious breast a bit tighter than before. I proceeded to kiss Devon on the lips once again, before pecking her on the cheek and then bumping her nose with my own. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I offered, shaking my head in awe. “Simply beautiful.”
“That’s so nice of you to say,” she told me in response, wrapping her arms around my neck and linking her hands together there. I kissed her again as Devon mused, “I’ve missed being with you these past three nights, Jeremy.”
I hesitated, then gave her a smile. “Oh really?” My smile widened as I continued, “I heard that you and Lindsay had a rather eventful get-together last night. You must not have missed me all that much!”
“Lindsay kept me awake until at least four o’clock,” Devon countered, rolling her eyes. “Each time I thought we would FINALLY get to fall asleep, she slipped between my legs and started eating my pussy.” Devon paused before adding, “I bet I had seven or eight orgasms last night.”
“SEVEN OR EIGHT?” I exclaimed, my eyes wide in shock.
“That girl has limitless energy,” Devon told me. “She
just keeps going and going and GOING... nothing slows her down. Get her started, and you can’t stop her.”
“Believe me... I know that,” were my words. “Lindsay likes to wear me out. It gives her a sense of victory.”
“She likes wearing me out, too,” Devon squealed. “I’d absolutely love to see her and Amy go at each other in a fuck-athon. Who would outlast the other? Hmmmmm...”
Instead of answering her question, I pressed my lips to Devon’s and offered her another gentle, intimate kiss.
“Tonight belongs to us, sweetheart,” I told her, a smile upon my face. “Me and you. I’m gonna give you something special tonight, sweet Devon.”
Giggling, the stacked blonde countered, “I wonder if Amy is giving Lindsay something special right about now?”
“Oh?” I said, my interest high once again.
“Yeah,” she responded. “Lindsay is spending the night
with Amy and Stephanie. I can only imagine what Amy is doing to her right now. Dildos, whips, chains...”
Not only were my eyes wide (again), but now my cock was suddenly about to burst.
“If you weren’t here right now,” I said to Devon, gulping my throat, “I would go into the voyeur room and find out what Amy is doing to my sweet, little Lindsay.” I smiled at her and added, “But you are here, Devon. Right now, you are more important to me than eavesdropping on Lindsay and Amy.”
“Don’t forget Stephanie, either!” Devon squealed. “She is somewhere in that mix, too. Of course... you can always find out what happened to sweet, little Lindsay by checking your voyeur room tomorrow. The tapes are always running...”
I moved my lips toward Devon’s and offered her yet another tender, loving kiss. This time, however, I had no immediate plans of breaking it off.
Devon moaned with arousal as I then began to grope and massage her breasts with both of my hands, kneading the ripe, supple flesh through the flimsy nightie she had on. An instant later, Devon’s hands were roaming my back - her fingernails scraping my own skin in a tantalizing manner - as she returned my heated kiss with one of her own.
As things began to intensify between us, I rolled on top of Devon and really beared down on her mouth with my own. My tongue had shifted into high gear, and suddenly I was kissing her with mad passion and unquenchable lust.
The 25-year-old vixen responded to my strong advances by wrapping her arms around my shoulders, and squeezing tightly. I tilted my face to the side, allowing myself better access to her mouth. Then, I literally jammed my tongue clear down her luscious, velvety throat - wanting to taste all of her.
Once Devon began to squeal, I knew she was on her way to becoming very excited. That was the indicator with her - if and when Devon squealed, she was always REALLY turned on.
The erotic sounds subsided momentarily as I broke off our shared kiss, only to press my mouth to her neck and nibble away upon it. Devon purred out in satisfaction as she then brought her hands to my head, and ran her fingers throughout my hair. She tilted her head backward upon the mattress, allowing me better access to her tender, delicate neck.
“Oh yeah... I like that,” the lust bunny cooed out. “Oh yeah, Jeremy... that feels so good. I like that a lot.”
“I like it too, sweetheart,” I breathed, while in the process of literally devouring her neck. Soon, I slid a bit lower and nibbled on her collarbone and shoulder.
Devon let out another squeal as I nudged the straps of her tiny nightie downward, exposing her large, bare breasts. My mouth went lower once again, but this time come to a halt once reaching one of her plump, juicy nipples.
Devon cooed and sighed in approval as I squeezed that breast with my right hand, while taking its nipple into my mouth. I trapped the sensitive bud between my teeth and tugged on it ever-so-gently, while flicking my tongue over and across it in a continual, leisurely manner.
I continued paying oral homage to that breast for quite some time, until offering Devon’s lush, deepened cleavage a full swipe with my tongue. I did it once more, then moved my mouth even lower and dabbed my tongue in-and-out of Devon’s belly button several times in succession.
“Are you going where I think you’re going?” the vivacious blonde asked me, a happy tent to her squealy voice.
“You’re very perceptive, dear,” I replied, before snaking my head between her thighs and offering her exposed slit a full, sweeping lick with my tongue. Devon’s body tensed as she sighed in response, and then she dug her fingers into my scalp once more and massaged me there.
“It’s all pink and pretty down here,” I quietly mused, giving the young woman’s slit another lash with my tongue. “All pink and pretty... and VERY delicious.”
Once my tongue started swirling in a continual fashion upon her little nub of a clitoris, Devon’s body tensed and she let out a series of loud, hoarse moans. Those sounds of of passion and sheer arousal were absolute music to my ears.
Devon squealed as I latched onto her hips with both hands, holding them tightly. Soon, she clamped her thighs together around my head - which I LOVE - and let out her loudest, most intense squeal yet.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, my tongue only pausing long enough to say those words.
“Hmmmmm...” was the sound Devon offered in return.
I chuckled and said, “I’ll take that in a positive way.”
An instant later, I added two fingers to the mix as they
joined forces with my tongue. It was at this time when Devon and her squeals of arousal became more prevalent and continuous. Again, it was music to my ears.
With Devon’s fingers knotted in my hair, she soon clamped her thighs even tighter around my head and really started to bellow out her passion. Her knees arched, she placed her feet upon my back and used it as a way to lift her body, and arch her own back high off the bed.
When I added a third finger to the erotic parade, Devon lost simply control of herself.
Her screams and cries of passion flooded my senses as the orgasmic juices flowed from within her pussy. Of course, I lapped up all that delicious nectar with my tongue. I can say nothing about her juice, except for it had a very sweet taste. But what else would one expect from Devon?
Once the blonde’s body finally settled back down upon the mattress, she released that vice-grip with her thighs (around my head) and let out a content, satisfied sigh.
“Oh wow...” Devon murmured as I withdrew from the silken joining of her thighs. “That was wonderful, Jeremy.”
“It was for a wonderful person, dear,” I said, leaning up and offering her mouth a slow, languid kiss. “You.”
“I agree with what you said about Stephanie,” Devon then told me, apparently resuming our earlier conversation. “I’ve always been intrigued by the world of bondage and domination too. I used to play some submissive games with Jennifer, as I said. But what Amy and Stephanie do is a bit extreme. I would not like being a submissive for every waking moment like Stephanie is. I need some freedom in my life.”
“I just don’t see the point of it,” I told her.
“That doesn’t matter, though,” Devon countered. “What
matters is whether or not Stephanie - as well as Amy - are happy together. And, they are. If Stephanie wants to spend the rest of her life on her knees, following Amy around, I say more power to her. It makes her happy to be this way. I think everyone in the world deserves to be happy.”
“All I can say, Devon, is that Stephanie is better than the way Amy treats her.” I took a deep breath before adding, “There’s really no other way to say it. Six or seven months ago, Stephanie was an engaging, infectious person. She was full of life and personality.”
“It... it just seems now, Amy has taken those things away from her,” I continued. “Stephanie has lost her personality as well as her smile. I saw traces of both last night when I talked with her... but it was gone today. It is hard for me to say this, because I care about Amy very, very much. I always have. But I just can’t endorse what she has done to Stephanie. I really can’t.”
“You feel pretty strongly on this subject,” Devon said to me. “Why don’t you talk to them about it?” The 25-year-old kissed my cheek before continuing, “I say if they are happy, there is no need to intrude on the way they live their lives. Of course, that is just my opinion. Yours may be different. I may not agree with what has become of Stephanie either, but I don’t think it’s my place to confront Amy about it.” Devon paused and added, “But Amy thinks the world of you, Jeremy. She would probably listen to you.”
“What would I possibly say to her?” was my question. “I don’t like what you do, Amy? Let Stephanie go!” I shook my head and took a deep breath. “I created Amy. She has told me that many times in the past. Without me or this island, Amy would still be a waitress in Ohio. She would not be a pornstar, nor would she be a dominant bitch.”
Wait!... did I just call Amy a bitch?
I didn’t mean to.
Devon’s eyes were wide with surprise as she told me, “I think you should talk to them about it, Jeremy. I know talking to ‘Steph would not do you any good, so maybe you should just talk to Amy. I... I don’t know what you would say to her. I think ‘Steph is happy, myself.”
“I don’t want to drag you down into my personal thoughts or concerns, honey,” I said, offering her a kiss and then a smile. “I’ll settle them over time. It would not bother me if Stephanie was submissive to Amy in the bedroom, and the bedroom ONLY. What squicks me is seeing Stephanie being led around the mansion like an animal, on a leash. Stephanie even eats on the floor, as if that was Amy’s way of telling her that she isn’t good enough - or worthy enough - to sit at the table with everyone else.”
“Stephanie is Amy’s pet,” Devon mused. “Amy has already said that herself a couple of times.”
I smiled at Devon and quietly told her, “I’m submissive to both you and Lindsay, dear.” Yes... it was finally time to change the subject. I’d deal with Amy in the future.
“Oh?” the blonde countered, surprised. “How are you a submissive to both me and Lindsay?”
“I’d do anything for either of you,” I responded. “You or Lindsay... whatever it took to make both of you happy, I would do.” I kissed the tip of Devon’s nose and added, “So I am submissive to both you and her. Your pleasure, your happiness... it’s more important to me than my own.”
“Ohhhh...” Devon gently sighed, a big grin upon her face. “That... that’s really nice of you to say, Jeremy. I... we are submissive to you then, too.” Her smile broadened as she added, “Lindsay and I would do anything to make you happy. I would do anything myself, to make Lindsay happy. And I’m sure she feels the same way about me. So... we’re all very submissive - to each other, then. All three of us.”
“I love you, Devon,” I told her, before offering her lips another warm, languid kiss. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jeremy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and embracing me tightly.

* * *

Devon was the center of my universe for the remainder of this evening - which included a pair of tender lovemaking sessions, as well as a third, heated encounter between us. Mixed in was an assortment of words of devotion and commitment, as well as the overwhelming sense of love. Hopefully, she and Lindsay will be with me forever...
My final thought before falling asleep that evening did not involve Devon - which should be a surprise, considering how she had spent the past several hours with me.
Instead, I had the vision of Jessica dancing throughout my head. Or more specifically - what the other ladies had in store for her tomorrow. The imminent gang-bang in the shower room was what I thought about before finally dozing off into the land of dreams.

* * *

Perhaps the most intriguing thing about tomorrow was that Jessica had no idea that she was going to be gang-banged by these six ravenous, insatiable hellcats. How would Jessica react to a group of beautiful women descending upon her at once? My bet was that she would welcome their advances, and let them have their way with her.
Or perhaps Jessica would have her way with them?
Whatever the case, tomorrow sure was going to be quite a memorable day. It will also make for an interesting read...

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