Girlfriend, Mistress? Ch. 01

Wife, Slave?

This is the SECOND PART in the story line.

The FIRST PART was Girlfriend, Mistress? Ch.00

This story includes a lot of different activities that may cross into some dark corners. It is not what I consider to be a quickie as there is more actual story to it as well. If you want something that is just about ... ahem ... action, try I am Just a Soul.

Remember that this is FICTION. No people living or dead are being portrayed. Everyone is 18 or over.

Thank you for reading!

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Mark set the table for 3. Both women were due to show up in minutes. Everything was ready. Except maybe himself. He could tell that he was falling back on his military brusqueness in the way he was planning to speak with the women. He also knew that would NOT work for either of them.

Karen knocked. She peeked her head around the door. She was an adorable ball of happy energy. Definitely a ball of it though! Mark liked big girls and small girls and everything in between but they had to be able to keep up with him. Sadly, Karen couldn't. They already knew that.

She bounced her way in and ran up to Mark with open arms.

Mark lowered a knee slightly so that he was short enough to get his arms under hers. He lifted her up. Her head was now above his 6 ft 2 in (188 cm) height. Then he lowered her to his face. They gave each other very deep, very long kisses.

Sara walked in to see them still mid-welcome. "Aww. You guys are so cute together." She set them up to be married. But until anything happened where Karen started taking care of the house, Sara did not anticipate how jealous she might get.

She did realize that they needed time to get to know each other on one level. There are certain things you do to get or while you get new cunt before you terrify them. But damn. She did not have to like it. This was almost sickening to her. She might cry.

Big girls don't cry. It was her own idea. Sara kept repeating that to herself over and over.

"Should I come back later?"

She thought she said that playfully.

"Aww. Baby Girl, you know you are always home here!" Mark took Karen over to where Sara stood. Balancing Karen in his arms, away from Sara, he leaned in and gave Sara a deep loving kiss. Then he brought Karen and Sara's faces together ... smooshed them side by side and kissed them both at the same time. Neither woman was amused. Mark smiled, winked and told them both to come to the table.

They did.

He provided a Chinese banquet that he made himself: steamed whole white fish, red-braised pork, stir-fried garlic shrimp, baby bok choy, lan with shitake mushrooms, double-boiled chicken & cordyceps broth. After bringing all the dishes out to the women seated at the already set table, he explained all the food. "The 6 dishes symbolize smooth sailing and ease in the future. I thought it could help our conversation and each of us as we move through the future."

The women took that as a great toast.

Sara stood with her glass of traditional accompanying Huangju "To smooth seas"

Karen stood with her glass of Riesling as she was not yet acclimated to the wine, or Mark's ways, "To ease, wait, no, to smooth sailing!"

"Smooth Sailing it is, ladies, if you choose." Mark raised his glass of Huangju. He looked into each set of eyes. They each seemed to mean it now. But the discussion had not happened yet. This was not a celebration dinner so much as a business meeting. He just wanted to buy their good will. He learned more than violence from the Green Berets ... a lot more.

Everyone had a little bit of everything to begin with. Just enough to see what they liked. The women did not have much choice as Mark handed each of them plates with food on them and small bowls of broth.

After the small tasting portions were gone and the women helped themselves to the items that they knew that they liked, Mark cut the small talk short

"Please keep eating. Yet at the same time, we must discuss." Oh damn it. He knew he was going to do this.

Sara lifted one eyebrow at him. Even Karen who knew him for far less time, tilted her head quizzically because this was not how he interacted with her. Then they each turned to look at each other instead of looking at Mark.

He had a very deep humm come from the back of his mouth. Both women immediately turned to look at him. When they saw his face, both sat up straighter and just focused on him. "I know this is not how I talk to you. But this is not exactly something I have had a lot of conversations about. So cope. And listen." He looked from one to the other, almost daring each one to challenge him. Neither said a word or made a move, not a real comment nor a jest.

"Sara, is it still your intention that I should marry Karen?"

"What would that look like?" Sara wanted reassurance that it would lead to her goals before she agreed!

"No. I am sorry." Mark's answer came quickly. He knew she would ask.

"What? How do I know if I want you to marry her if I don't know where it will go?"

"Here's the problem. We already discussed as much as we could about what it would look like. Beyond that, no one can tell the future. You can plan. I can plan. And in the meantime, life happens. There is no way that we can know what that is. Maybe Karen is a secret operative - or maybe you are - and nothing comes out the way it is planned. I need to know a yes or no to the question that I asked you without further qualifications.

"Is it still your intention that I marry Karen?"

Karen was about ready to speak up that she was indeed, not a special operative, but when Mark blew past that part so fast and was so serious, she said nothing. She just watched Sara.

The other woman's shoulders rose up and released downward when she audibly exhaled. "Yes. And... "

Mark raised his index finger upright. "It is not your time now. It is mine." With that Mark stood. "No speaking, either of you please." Both women looked at him confused, then as they turned to look at each other, he got up and left the room. They still took him seriously about not speaking - though neither one could tell you why they did so. It isn't like he really punished them or anything. Any training he may have done tended towards the more subtle, gradual. In fact, Sara did not even know that she was his slave.

Mark came out with 1 dozen peach colored roses, 9 red colored roses and 3 deep burgundy colored roses. He did not come directly to the table. He first went into the upper cabinet to get out two vases. One vase was filled with 6 red and 6 peach roses and placed in front of Karen. He placed the other vase down with the flowers in them so that his hands were free.

He slid his hand up Karen's neck from the side to the back. His fingers gripped into her hair. He pulled her head back by her hair and then kissed her. After which, he pulled his head away from her by an inch. She stared into his eyes. Her eyes were soft, a bit lost in him. He said to her, "Go fill your vase with water in the kitchen tap. Come back in 5 minutes."

It took Karen some time to collect herself. Obviously that was not what she thought he was going to say!

She started and stopped saying multiple things. She even tossed the flowers at him and stomped out - 4 times, in her mind. But that never got her what she wanted either. She was not stupid. She did not want her body to work but she could make it work. She knew that he took the right tone with them by using the military tone this evening. The tone said, "Do what I say" it offered no quarter for disobedience. Not that they would normally challenge him very much anyway.

Sara watched Karen walk out with her flowers. She tilted her head. While Mark answered the question that she did not ask. "Getting water."

"Ahhhh. And those?" There was a vase with 6 peach, 3 red and 3 deep burgundy roses in it.

"Are for you." He leaned in to Sara to kiss her.

She leaned back. "Umm, I know where those lips have been."

Mark automatically slapped her across the face without thinking. "I suppose if I thought about it I would have come up with something better than that."

"No." She put her own hand on top of her cheek. "No, that was a pretty good hit."

"Do not continue to piss me off when this was your idea and you just verified that you were good with me asking her to marry me a moment ago. I gave you many chances to say something. If you spoke up before now, you know for a fact that she would not be in my life. But now that I am preparing to propose, you do not get to pull the emergency brake."

Sara gave a barely perceptible nod. "I understand." She looked so sad.

Mark put his curled index finger under her chin and raised her face. "This is so that Karen can be the housewife and you can move in. This was your idea. I have plenty of stamina for both of you. What is the problem?"

"You gave me death roses!"

"I did not. White roses are death roses. I gave you deep burgundy. They mean rebirth and transformation. Come with me."

Mark held Sara's hand as he pulled her to the kitchen, "Karen, fill Sara's vase with water also. Then wait for us in the living room."

"Which one?"

"Oh, the one on this level. The others have different names. You'll catch on eventually." Mark kept dragging Sara with him to the bedroom. "Open the drawers and doors." He sat down on the bed while she did.

Sara opened and closed drawers and doors. "So you had me do this to show how much room you are giving her?"

"I had you do it to show how much room that I am not giving her! Now, come with me...." He stood up and waited for her to get to him. She just looked at him. "Do I have to get a clicker, or whistle or something?"

"No, Sir!" Sara rushed up next to him

As he stood next to the bed, Mark looked at Sara. He knocked on the wall.

"What are you doing?"

"Knocking on your door. I probably won't ever knock again but I figured it would be nice of me to do it once."

"MY door? Wait! MY DOOR?" Sara came up to stand next to Mark. She didn't see a door at all. But she tapped and could hear the difference in some areas. "How do I get in?"

"For you, from here? You ask me or you can get in from the hallway." The knob to Sara's room was so far up the door that neither Sara nor Karen could reach it. Only Mark could reach it.

Mark took Sara around outside of his room. Then into her room. This was the only room in the house built with curves. It had an elevated ceiling with a skylight. The windows on the sides all had seats in front of them and then were made with the look of curves of tied back curtains. Since the home sat in the middle of 640 overgrown acres, it made sense. She could do without any curtains if she wanted.

Mark even had his crew create a turret style tower on the edge of his house, like a Victorian house would have. Sure, this was originally more of a country cabin but it still looked cute when they were done and had tiled the outside.

Sara loved it. THAT was really all that mattered.

She sat down on her new window seat. Then she looked inside her new white dresser with the 5 empty drawers. A vanity table to match. That had a strange leaning thing? "Daddy? What is this?"

He laughed. "That is a great place to store the smallest spanking bench ever!" Pull that out to the foot of your bed."

"I don't need to be spanked!"

Mark just stared at her.

Sara pulled the little bench to the foot of her bed.

"Karen, come here please!" Mark bellowed.

Karen got very close before replying. "Ummm, where?" This was like a game of Marco Polo. Or she was a bat using echolocation.

"Sara's room please."

"But you're not there."

"You are not in Sara's room." Mark said with certainty, from Sara's room.

"Where am I?"

"Say again." Well, that was a question that he was not anticipating.

"Ummm. Where am I?"

"That would be my room." Mark called out. "Come out of the room and go north to the next eastward room - er, come out of there and go straight to the next room on the right."

Meanwhile Sara had opened her closet and found that her room came with new shoes and dresses and a fur coat. "Ooooo, thank you, Daddy!"

While she was kissing Mark, Karen found her way in.

"I think I needed to leave a trail of birdseed like in Hansel in Gretel to find my way back to the living room."

"This is a demonstration of the smallest spanking bench ever. Neither of you deserve a spanking but since this one lives in Sara's room, she's the demo bottom. Then we will use the new door to my room afterward."

Sara sighed, "Yes, Sir."

Mark showed Sara how to bend over the top of the small bench and how it bore her weight evenly since the bottom came out at an angle to the opposite side of her body.

He then pulled a small paddle out.

Sara saw the paddle. "Oh, no, please! No!"

Mark showed Karen the paddle. "What do you think of this?"

Karen asked, "Wouldn't that one hurt more? Like stepping on a Lego with that surface. And that small means everything is focused on one small place instead of spreading out the force more evenly over a bigger spot? Like why a whip is so narrow."

"So you don't want to be hit with this one either?"

Karen looked at Mark with big eyes. "Oh I never said THAT!"

Mark burst out laughing.

"Ready, Sara?"

"Not really."

"HA!" Karen literally laughed.

Sara turned and stuck her tongue out at Karen. "Now there is something to punish me for!"

Mark grabbed the small hard paddle with deep texturing. He thought it unwise to mention to either of them that one of his slaves had made it for him while he was in the Army. But he did think of that little cum whore every time he used it. She sold for a very good price!

"Sara," Mark asked with a thick deep voice - let the girls think it was from the two of them, he was ok with that! "Beg for more after I spank you."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. One, Sir. Please, Sir. Hit me, please, Sir."

Mark hit Sara with the flat of his hand.

"Oooooooooo" Sara lifted up on her toes. She demonstrated how good the little bench was because it still did not tip. On the other hand, he had said that she was getting 5 spanks with the paddle. "Please Sir. Please! Please, Sir, I need 5 spankings."

"Why didn't you just say that! Happy to oblige!" Mark hit her ass very hard 5 times in a row with his hands. Each smack landed in different spots starting at the right side and inching over to the left side.

"No. No. No." Sara was shaking her head.

Karen had her lips tucked into her mouth.

"You think this is funny, bitch?" Sara said as she caught sight of Karen.

"Just an innocent bystander. I'd be nice to me if I were you."

"Oh, fucking why?"

Karen lifted Sara's head by her hair, "because I am on this side right fucking now." She let go of Sara's hair and Sara let her head drop down at speed.

Karen whispered into Sara's ear. Sara's head was already down but now she was crying, as well. This was not the frustrated "I want to cum" cry. These were real tears. Mark wondered what Karen had said but decided to leave it up to them until he was told otherwise.

His mind was busy adding and subtracting from the Karen column of all the things he thought about her. The household may not end up as he thought. There are reasons he couldn't give Sara an answer. This was one of the unknown factors.

"I know you are not very happy right now Sara. But I have some bad news for you. You are not getting up or moving on until you get 5 hits from THIS paddle and you must beg for each one after each one. I will give you the first one without begging. But only the first one."

"So I had one, right?"

"Sure if you want to play it that way. Then beg me for the next or nothing happens."

Sara sniffed. She glared at Karen. Then she looked at Mark. He had no expression on his face. None. She didn't know anyone else that could do that. "Please, Sir, please welt my ass with the small har..... le, Sir, p.. ase"

"Since this is not one in a line of so many, I would really prefer that you be able to actually finish the whole sentence so that I could understand it!" Mark took the side of hand and spanked her right through her thighs up into between her labia as best as he could without prep.

Sara said in a very strong clear voice, "Sir, please use the small hard paddle on this body, Sir!"

"Good girl!" And Mark took the paddle back and took a huge swing.

After the noise from the impact and recovering her ability to take a full breath, Sara said, "thank you, Sir, please use the small hard paddle on this body, Sir!"

And this was repeated twice more.

Then Sara was released. Hugged. Kissed.

"Sara, please lead the way to my room." Mark didn't exactly ask.

Sara rubbed her butt playfully. She was so very glad that she could open the door from this side to go into his room... no special requirement. There was a metal blank on Mark's bedroom side at the height of Sara's knob. There probably was on Sara's side at his height but she had wallpaper up and you couldn't see it.

When the door opened, it was not the first time that Karen had been in there, but it was the first time that either of them had entered through Sara's room. It would also be the first time that Karen looked in the drawers and closets. Before this, Karen had only been in the bed for sex and cuddles.

As they entered, Mark went to his end table and grabbed two things. One was his handgun. He tucked that behind him, not in front of him in his pants - that was just asking to lose your balls.

"Karen, please, look in and around everything. All the empty drawers will be yours."

Sara leaned up against Mark, "I want my own room."

"I know"

"But -"

"I know."

"You know, what?"

"That you feel like you are missing out on something and wondering if maybe you should have just said you wanted to marry me."

"Mark," Sara turned to him with a delicate hand on the side of his face. "how did you know?"

He just had a lopsided smile on his face and glossy eyes, no words.

After Karen finished looking around, she had a couple questions.

"Can I ask why I have so little room?"

"You won't have many clothes."

"But I do have many clothes. After all, I am an adult woman of a certain age, with a certain amount of money, and being a certain size, the clothing is bigger."

"I am sorry if I was not clear. I meant to say that you WILL NOT have many clothes, not that you do not NOW have many. What you have NOW, does not interest me."

"Oh! I see. I am sorry for misunderstanding." Karen blushed and felt foolish.

"No worries." Mark shrugged.

"That leads me to another question ..." Karen turned to Mark and tuned everything else out. Her focus was only on his eyes. She knew that his vision was his disability and she wanted to have what he had on her so she could read him. Her intensity was palpable. "Do you expect me to be a slave if I am your wife?"

Sara said, "Oh no, he wouldn't ...."

Mark stared back into Karen's eyes. He took one long pause to be able to read her. His fingers gripped her chin. "I have EVERY intention in making you my slave whether you marry me or not, now that you are in my life."

Karen shivered. From the top of her head to her shoulders, she had a visible shudder and rising goosebumps. Including visibly hardened nipples. And her leg muscles stiffened, locking her into place momentarily.

Mark sniffed the air. His voice went low - deep and quiet. "I smell you."

Sara stepped back towards the doorway of her room. She stood literally in the doorway. "Do I know what I am doing when I match people up or what? But you know, maybe this match was a bit too close? Maybe the world won't survive this one?"

"Ha!" Mark blinked. He kept his eyes closed for a second and turned to Sara, "That is why we always need you! Now, please show Karen where the Dungeon is."

"Dungeon?"

"Well you might have just thought of it as the empty room or interrogation room."

"OH! Sure." But when Sara opened the door, it was now a DUNGEON. The walls were lined with "toys" weapons, restraints and dildos. "Oh. My."

There was a multifaceted spanking bench, a St Andrew's Cross, rings that were anchored into the ceiling and rings anchored into the floor. There were 2 cages: 1 was a dog crate and 1 was a replica dungeon cage. The latter had thick, solid black bars. It was approximately 2 ft (61 cm) x 3 ft (91.5 cm) and the bars ran from floor to ceiling.

Mark locked the wooden Dungeon door. Both women were in the Dungeon with him. The lock was not to keep others out. It was about keeping everyone in.

"Karen you have experienced me at my best, you have watched me be a bastard but not to you. Before I ask you a question, I need you to know that no matter what, I plan to make you a slave." Mark took Karen and restrained her. She could see nothing, as he had her face the St Andrew's Cross and the wall of the room, while he cuffed her wrists and ankles to it. He also tied her waist down, tightly, Then, he removed his handgun from behind him. He ejected all of the bullets, including the one in the chamber.

"Sara, please get those and put them on any shelf in a single line. They won't bite."

He ejected the magazine and the bullet from the chamber (15 + 1). Sara picked them up. He double checked that it was a full magazine and 1 extra bullet. He cleared his empty chamber again. No one ever got shot because they cleared their weapon too many times. But Karen did not know what the sound was or what Sara was supposed to be retrieving. Even if she figured it out, she could not tell how careful he was being.

Mark went behind Karen and breathed into her ear. It was like turning on a fountain. Her chubby pussy lips began to drip almost immediately.

Mark grabbed a small wooden chair and sat down behind Karen. He spread his mouth as large as he could. Literally, he bit her ass so badly that you could have used it as a dental imprint to make a reproduction of his teeth. Though he did retain control of himself and did not continue to keep biting too deeply - no blood, no sucking red marks.

Karen inhaled deeply so she could scream, but then she bit the wooden cross in front of her to gag herself.

When Mark did pick up his mouth he was so ready for her but wanted something else - as of now he wanted to save his dick from Karen until they were married, assuming she said yes. He actually still had not asked yet.

He reached up with the Glock and put it on her neck, with the muzzle pushing her earlobe. "Do you know what that is?"

Karen whispered with heavy sibilance. "Yess."

"Tell me."

"A gun."

"Smart girl." He ran the muzzle of the glock down the center of her back, right over where her spine was hiding. When he got to her ass, he continued to follow her curves and shoved it inside her cunt. "I know it isn't very long. But it is hard and deadly. I suggest you tell me how much you LOVE IT being inside you."

"Oh my gods. Yes. Yes. I love it inside. I want it inside me. It is the best thing other than you. It won't ever go soft. It is great to have it inside me." Karen started sobbing; she was so scared. She knew some of the sounds could have been the magazine ejected but it doesn't take that long. She didn't know what kind of gun this was, if that was some of the bullets or if he was loading it or if they had anything to do with this gun. "Please. Please, don't kill me."

"Do you really think I would do that?"

"No?"

"No, you stupid bitch. Then I would have to find a place for your body. It would be more problems than it is worth. I want you alive. I want you as my slave. But that is up to you. Isn't it?"

Karen's body shuddered from her cunt trying to eat the gun barrel to the top of her head breaking out in goosebumps.

Mark smiled, as he watched that twat just suck in and hump whatever was near it. Then he removed the gun and handed it to Sara, indicating that she should clean and dry it. She nodded.

Mark wanted to stick his cock into Karen ... either hole. He didn't care which hole but he would rather wait. So he whipped her clit from behind and up the middle between her thighs. 5 hits.

Karen screamed and cried for the first 3. Then there was no noise at all for the last 2. When Mark undid the bindings, Karen slid to the floor. For reasons like this, there was a white board on the door.

He wrote "Come to the living room" on it and closed the door, now leaving it unlocked. Though he took Karen's clothes and shoes with him.

Sara and Mark sat in the living room.

Mark explained that his intention was that the 3 of them go to Las Vegas so that he and Karen could get married. Sara would be the one to give away the bride, be the maid of honor and sign as witness.

Until they got to Vegas, his cock would only go inside her and then for the honeymoon, his cock would only go inside Karen. Sara agreed that sounded fair. She jumped on Mark's lap leaning against his cock"Wait. There is another discussion to be had."

Sara blew a raspberry... rolled her tongue with a little bit of flying spit right at Mark. " I don't want to."

"Seriously, Baby Girl. Why did you think that I would not want Karen as a slave?"

Sara shrugged. " I dunno. You just never had one before."

Mark started laughing. He wiped his tears and started to answer Sara when he couldn't (or decided it was not worth the effort) keep from laughing out loud in her face. "No, this time, for real." Mark took a deep breath, held it and let it out. Stabilizing. "At the risk of you changing your mind about me and our relationship; there are 2 things you should know. Karen knows the second one and probably guesses the first."

Mark held Sara tight on his lap. She was sideways. Her thigh occasionally bumped his dick. That was up to her. She could also choose where to look but he was closely watching her face.

"First, I have had many slaves both here through BDSM, and those who pledge their life outside of any structure in and outside of the USA. Some as pleasure slaves, some as anything and everything slaves."

"Outside the USA?"

"In some countries, certain people are considered currency. In other places it is a sign of honor for them to give themselves to you in certain circumstances. I can say no more about anything like that."

Sara hated that far away look and clipped thoughts when it was so clear that Mark wanted to say more. She quickly shifted gears. " And the second thing?"

Mark leaned his head into Sara's ear. But he did not whisper. "Baby Girl, my Sweet Sara," Mark's hand roamed to her breast to cup it from underneath. "You are already my slave." He squeezed her breast as he said it.

Sara laughed. When Mark squeezed her breast tighter and bit the bottom of her ear, she turned to face him. "But I am not!"

"Do you like your job?"

"Hate it."

"Did you want to go into law? After all, you did not go to law school."

"Well, no. But it pays well. I can now quit any time. And if you ever need another eye towards permits and contracts, I can do that."

"That sounds like all the things I told you. The things that I might need. If we have no formal arrangement, and the time together showed that we could not live together, why did you do it?"

Sara sat frozen. Her body made no movements but her mind was going 150 mph. After a long 45 seconds, "I did it because you told me to. Your reasons did not even convince me. You just said, do it. And I did." Sara's eyes showed her shock.

Mark smiled at Sara, gently.

One did not have to be cruel to a slave to develop one. One only needs to persuade them that it is in their interest to always obey. Every slave is always facing the choice of obey or walk away ... even if in some cases walk away means death or worse.

Karen came out from the dungeon room. She stood next to Mark.

Karen was uncertain as to what she was supposed to do here. She and Sara were never here at the same time except for the first introduction.

"Karen, please sit down on the couch." It was polite but it was a direction not a request. Honestly. Sara had to say that she had never seen Mark look so completely himself than now. He definitely needed what they both brought to him.

"Sara, get on your knees in front of me and face me."

She did so.

"As you are already my slave, will always be my Baby Girl and do what you are told without argument, do you now accept my collar marking you as claimed - as my slave - to those who understand such symbols? "

Sara smiled shyly and nodded.

"I need audio"

"Yes" Mark raised an eyebrow. He was trying to prompt her to say Daddy or Sir as she sometimes did. "Master."

Mark was very pleased to hear that! He smiled and kissed her forehead.

He brought out what looked like a solid steel ring. It was supposed to close with a little magnetic key. He did use the magnetic key to lock it. But then he took out a thick cloth. He lay that on Sara's pronounced collarbone to protect her skin. Then he picked up an already pre-heated soldering pencil to fix it closed permanently.

His cock was hard. But he had more to do.

"Sara, stay right there Karen please kneel next to Sara."

Karen got on her knees with a little difficulty but he would be able to pick her up if she needed help.

"I know it is traditional for the man to go down on one knee, but I don't know why. Our vows will certainly include 'obey your husband'." Despite the harsh words, there was a lightness and playfulness promised in Mark's voice. They had spoken about what life would look like for Karen as a wife.

Karen would be a housewife like she always wanted, and a breeder if she could be. She would sleep every night in Mark's bed - but Mark would not. He would keep Sara, of course. He would spend some nights in her bed, or any other woman's (or man's) that he chose. (Just because he had not yet chosen a man's bed didn't mean it would never happen.) But he would also take vacations with Sara or maybe alone. She would not go on those vacations and maybe never go on any vacations at all. But Karen always wanted to be a housewife. She was more than content with the plans and she couldn't believe someone like Mark would have someone like her. Having the house empty of everyone else would be a vacation! Though if she still had children to take care of and all the adults left, she might need help. He told her that he might discuss it if it came up.

Mark leaned in towards Karen but kept one hand on Sara's knee, squeezing tightly right behind the joint.. "Karen, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" Karen jumped up.

"KNEES" Mark roared at the chubby naked woman that he could now call his fiancee. He had not shown her the ring yet. " Karen, Sara, kiss while I get out the ring."

Sara went for a chaste kiss but Karen shoved her tongue down Sara's throat.

Mark opened the 10" (25.5 cm) jewelry box but watched his slaves for a moment. This made him very happy. Beyond what it was doing to his desire for sex. The more people one has, the less likely you are to be alone ... for them as well as for himself. He also knew that if anything happened now, that there would always be enough money to take care of all of them.

"Karen" she turned towards him immediately and gave him her left hand. Mark put the plain silver band with the o ring on the front, on her finger.

Karen pursed her lips, then smiled "very appropriate."

"I did not say I was done."

Mark pulled out a bangle but cut it open. Both Karen and Sara gasped lightly. Mark visibly rolled his eyes.

Then Mark pulled out a miniature handcuff to match the o ring on the finger ring that would fit around the bangle. It had as heavy a chain to it as it could, proportionally, and still look like a miniature handcuff.

The miniature handcuff went right on the clipped open bangle. Then Mark sized the bangle on Kaen's wrist. He chose a length where, there was enough room to spin the bangle but not enough room to move it up. At this moment there would be enough room to move it down, but the chain would fix that. He used the cloth that he had used on Sara on Karen's skin. He once again used the hot soldering pencil to close the bangle. The handcuff moved around the bangle at will.

Mark took the end of the chain from the handcuff and pulled it to the o ring on the ring on her finger. He cut off the rest of the chain. Then Mark went through the entire chain with the soldering pencil and went over each link of the chain in 2 places. Mark made sure that the o ring was solid, before he was done.

After all, it is only as strong as its weakest link.