Girlfriend, Mistress? Ch 03

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They do not represent anyone alive or dead.

The fictional age of each fictional character is over 18!

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Karen and Sara carried on like teenage girls while they scampered about the hotel room putting various tubes and jars and other both colorful and colorless make up things in various places. They chittered too.

It was a type of high tone of voice that wasn't really saying anything new. It was all repeats of things that they had said, for example the conversation went like this:

"I am so excited to see the Valley of Fire!" (Karen)

"I know right? I can't believe you are getting married tomorrow!" (Sara)

"I know right? I can't believe I am getting married tomorrow! I am so excited that our pictures will be taken in the Valley of Fire. Your dress is going to look so good!" (Karen)

"O. EM. GEE. Right? Daddy was so generous!" (Sara)

"Well, you are the one who brought me around." (Karen)

And then it would start all over from some point.

Then Sara took her Maid-of-Honor dress out of the dress bag that was barely longer than Daddy's suit bag. He always told her that little girls don't need long skirts. If something happened to the dress, she had to know now though, while they could still get it fixed. It was covered in rhinestones after all ... one missing would be a huge emergency!

"Saaaaaraaaaa" Karen was just about to take the huge dress cover off.

"But what about later... you know he might see it!"

"But I have to see if it needs pressing!"

Suddenly they looked at each other at the same moment .... "THE CLOSET" They both sprinted to get there at the same moment and they each ran for a door. As they each open one door, they looked in and shrieked. But said different things at the same time now, "Perfect!" "I knew it!" "Definitely!"

(If you were there, you would have your fingers over your ears. Trust me.)

But what they had discovered was that this was probably a bridal preparation room. The closet was a great big square. Plenty of room to shake out a bridal dress. Even if it had a train it could fit, but this one had no train. Karen wanted a 1950s style marriage and she had chosen a very 1950s style dress that only came to her ankles. When she had her heels on, the dress was inches up off the ground.

The room also had one king size bed and one queen size bed. They didn't know why they could need both but it was the room adjoining the suite that Mark wanted. It could have been that way or it could have been made to his specifications. When he chose to spend money, he thought nothing about how much something cost.

Mark was already next door, making big noises. Moving furniture around, no doubt. It was a habit of his in hotel rooms. He didn't like furniture that did not face the door. So, he would move the furniture in a hotel room. Later if he revisited the area, he would ask for the same room. Sometimes they even left the room decorated his way! (The room cleaners and/or the head of the maids were likely to get a tip if they left the room design.)

Sometimes they did not leave it his way. So, he would change it again. Imagine the maids seeing it changed the same way again! Occasionally they left it his way the second time he changed it.

Every once in a while, something that Mark would not like happened and mysteriously, the room would be redecorated to his specifications each day - by different people. Wouldn't want to get one maid in trouble for instance. But this was his first time in this hotel.

This would still be a small wedding. Just 5 people. By necessity. Only 5 will fit on the fiery mesa with the helicopter. Red rock in the ridges of the Valley of Fire. The pilot of the helicopter will be a retired member of the 160th Airborne unit when Mark was a Green Beret. They met when the Night Stalkers were giving the Green Berets a ride into the kind of trouble that they do best - and that was all that Mark could say about it. Except to add that the same Airborne pilot came back for them and ferried them all out safely. He always kept in touch with him too. So the pilot, (as opposed to the 4th passenger) would be the celebrant, as well.

Karen and Sara had both been told to wait in their room until Mark came in. They were not sure whether Mark was coming in to be with them or whether he was coming to get them to take them somewhere. They didn't really know much but they were so overstimulated they didn't even care! Besides, they were used to just doing what they were told too.

Sara kept looking at Karen's hands. They were so shaky while she put away her pillbox hat with the birdcage veil. Her left wrist had the silver steel bangle with the chain that led to the ring on her left hand ring finger. It could never come off without a bolt cutter. In fact there was very little wiggle on the bangle in any direction. It looked smaller when it was compared to the collar that was soldered onto Sara's own neck at the same time, she thought. After all, there was no way to overlook the collar. But is Master Mark going to put a collar on HER now too? Or a traditional wedding ring? Everyone does look for a wedding ring if they are interested in someone.

All of a sudden, thinking that this was her own idea was excruciating. She still believed that the wedding was a great idea. But she was thinking that it might have been kinder if Daddy Mark would have just gone away for a month (or something) and just come back married. Then she would just have to deal with it, like everything else and NOT. Be. There. Every. Single. Step. Of. The. Way.

There was a knock on the door.

Karen stopped puttering and stared at Sara. Sara stopped looking at Karen's hands and stared at Karen. They both stopped staring at each other and jumped to the adjoining door. While their action to get to the door was taken in a brazen and rash manner, once they were there, they composed themselves. Only Sara knocked - and both women thought it was done in a restrained manner.

Mark thought it sounded like a frantic knock on the adjoining door. He still chose to call through the door, "Yes, what is it?"

He had told them not to bother him but he was a business owner, a contractor, and he had been an NCO: he was a Team Leader who knew not to ignore when your people don't do as they are told.

If they ultimately should not have done it, you get the pleasure of punishing them.

However, if they have been yours for any length of time, you know they probably have a good reason for disobedience.

(Of course all this takes far more time to write and read. It is simply in the nature of the people that we are speaking of.)

Mark heard a dull hum. The soundproofing was defeating whichever one of his girls had answered him. He replied very loudly. "It is not locked. Please open the door."

On the word "open" the door started opening.

Sara and Karen didn't have to explain anything as there was a second knock on their door. "Did you ask who it was?"

Mark asked this most basic question of the 2 adult women as he walked to their door.

Sara blushed a deep red. "No, Sir." Karen just shook her head looking right at him. She was not embarrassed.

Mark asked through the door "Who is it, please?"

"Team Mission Plural Flames"

Mark opened the door. He grabbed the other's arm and dragged him into the room. It was then that Mark insisted to know "Why is the VA hassling me now?"

The two women exchanged looks with each other. The men started laughing before the women could panic.

Then the two men proceeded to do the typical guy/gorilla hug meeting. One arm across the front of their chests but each pulling the other in to pound on each other's backs.

"Sara, Karen this is Ezekiel we first met months ago on a job site because he was going to free my people from my abuses or something like that. He used to work for the VA and thought I sounded too good to be true. But we've gotten very close since then."

Karen muttered to Sara.

Mark was at Karen's side in a second and holding her throat at almost his height. She was dangling a lot of weight. His voice was that of a drill sergeant trying to get your attention and remove you from your everyday world. "It is not polite to whisper!" But his voice changed. Now it was still strong, confident in the knowledge that anyone would follow him but calmer, quieter. "I am sure that you meant no disrespect. Correct?" He had to ask because he knew that she could not speak the way that he was holding her.

Mark had taught both women that if they cannot talk at all, nor move their head to nod or shake, squeezing their fist once is no and three times is yes.

Karen reached out to put her little fist in Mark's other hand. He recognized the action. His fist enveloped hers. She squeezed her fist 3 times, of course.

Mark opened both of his hands. Karen crumpled to the ground. While she got her breath back he gave her instructions in the same haughty tone he used last. "Strip" She hurriedly removed her skirt and top. That had been all she was wearing. No underwear at all, top or bottom - as "requested" by her Master/fiance. "Now apologize ... to Ezekiel. BEG for his forgiveness for whispering. Take whatever punishment he chooses to give you."

Karen got on her knees and crawled to Ezekiel. She apologized but Ezekiel spoke to Mark, ignoring Karen completely. "Do you have her on a diet?"

"Not yet but there are some upgrades going on at home as we speak." Mark smiled. "It should really help us all. You will have to see them - after my second week off."

Karen put her forehead on Ezekiel's feet "I am so sorry, Sir. I did not mean anything by not including you in my inane ranting. I should have said it out loud or not at all. I am so very very sorry.". Ezekiel reached out and pinched the bottom of Karen's bicep. Karen continued "Please, Sir, is there anything that I can do to make this better for you? I meant no disrespect. I am so very sorry that I did not treat you as a King as all guests are and all Men are to this lowly slave." Ezekiel did not even acknowledge that she was speaking. Though he clearly acknowledged that she was there.

Karen was still begging for forgiveness."Sir Ezekiel, I am so very apologetic." At this point, Karen was coming up with her just a tiny bit and putting it back down, as if she were bowing to him over and over.

"Is any activity allowed?" EZ asked Mark while looking at Karen's bopping figure.

"She is getting married tomorrow and has a chastity belt on for tonight, what did you have in mind?"

"A natural gag to fit the action she is doing."

"Oh fuck, yeah. Go for it."

"And you are the guy that was giving me Hell." Ezekiel pushed Karen's forehead to the floor which stopped her from moving up at all. He used his other hand to undo his belt and pull down his pants and underwear all at once.

"Sara give Ezekiel a hand with his clothing." Mark made sure that both women co-operated.

"Thank you, beauty. You all can call me EZ."

Sara smiled and said, "Ooo, thank you, Daddy. He looks so yummy. It is like taking the wrapper off a candy bar. He looks yummy."

"Oh yeah? You need a treat too?" Mark asked.

"Don't be silly, Daddy. You are like playing with fireworks or live ammunition, from what you tell us. You are a spicy treat!"

EZ pushed his hand along the back of Karen's scalp. He grabbed Kasren's hair from the roots. And grabbed as much hair as he could hold. "You heard both of them, bitch. You ain't married yet and I am the candyman. Open wide." He put Karen's mouth in the general vicinity of his cock and she lunged onto it. Choking herself to take him as deeply as she could. She didn't think she was the best at bjs but she hummed and swallowed. He seemed to like that. And she wanted to feel him grow! She used her whole mouth to go up and down on his cock. Karen placed each of hands flat on the back of each of his thighs. Immediately, she tried to deep throat him. She was not immediately successful. But she was anything but a quitter. Mark would have nothing to do with quitters!

Karen realized she was successful a moment or two later! She would usually put her hand at the base of a cock while giving a blow job but there was no place to put her hand. Her mouth went to the base of his cock. He seemed to like her humming, and her swallowing. That was good. Swallowing was the only way she got any oxygen - though not much.

"Master?"

"Sara?" Mark asked with deep suspicion and made it clear in her name alone - somehow - that maybe she didn't want to ask this question, whatever it is.

"I know you can't see the bride in the morning so you cannot sleep with her but might I be able to sleep with you ... especially since the bride has someone else that she might sleep with?"

"The Bride-To-Be will be sleeping with the Maid-of-Honor and there will be a Chaperone in their room." He moved his chin to indicate EZ.

"Yes, Master. I understand. May I ask, Master, why we need a chaperone?"

"What happens if there are journalists? Or if someone just happens to knock on your door?" Mark smiled. "You will both be much more nervous the closer it comes." Mark lay down on the King size bed. "Besides EZ is my Best Man and should be staying with the Wedding Party somewhere and there is not really a lot of room over the other side at the moment."

"But that Suite is HUGE!"

"Yeah, it used to be but then we sent in some decorations and some gifts and now it looks really little." Mark looked a bit gleeful.

"May I ask another question?"

"Should you ask it?"

He was answered with a little shrug of shoulders. "Go ahead but if you cross into a minefield and blow yourself up, I will be the one collecting the pieces."

Sara crinkled her forehead and tried to puzzle that one out. "Mmm. Ok?"

"He means that he'll be the one to put you back together or keep you in pieces depending on the level of how angry you make him." EZ was multitasking but keeping his hand on Karen's head to make sure that she could not (multitask that is... you know like go down on him and get full breaths at the same time). He was her only focus right now. The gagging, swallowing and quick breath sounds were all that came from her.

"Oh, no, Master."

"Sara, come here, please."

Sara walked over. She lay down across his lap on the queen bed.

"I know this makes things a little different between us. But it doesn't have to always be formal ... or being formal doesn't have to always be so different."

"Maybe after the wedding, Sir. Or maybe not. But I still love you. And I still wouldn't be able to marry you and still love you." Sara smiled with her head laying sideways in his lap facing towards his toes. He turned her head towards him. Sara worked to keep her head pointing down. Who was he to discourage her from staring at his dick? But her eyes pointed up looking through her thin bangs. She stopped speaking and the right corner of her bottom lip was caught between her top teeth.

Mark took his thumb along the bottom left of her lip and pushed all of her lip out from underneath her top teeth."Smartass."

"Me?"

Mark flipped Sara's skirt up from her ass. There was nothing else covering it - and he knew there better not be! He proceeded to give her 10 full swats - 5 on each side. He started on the inside edge of her leg just above her knee for one, then each of his handprints went just on top and next to each of his last handprints. This meant that Sara started screaming from the pain. The inside of the leg being so much more sensitive than the outside or back of the leg or ass - at least with the amount of pounding hits that her ass and back of legs takes. But she ended up screaming and crying as his very last handprint on each side ended on the inside of her thighs up underneath the pouting edge of her extended adult vulva. His possession of her was obvious. She lay still while she was in obvious pain and made noises indicating pretty extreme pain. She was clearly a well-trained animal, not moving no matter what. He might be "putting a ring on it" and that was not her but he was very clearly not giving her up.

Sara had needed this attention ... even though this wedding was her own idea (as Mark kept reminding her!). She vowed to herself that she was just going to stop coming up with stupid ideas now. In the long run, she did know that having Karen share in Mark's moods would definitely help her!

EZ blew his load down Karen's throat. She gladly swallowed the whole thing. It was the first indication that she was still pleasing that she had in a week. (Stupid chastity belt! He knows damn well that I am not chaste anyway!) Ezekiel pulled out to not get any on her intentionally. He wanted to. Covering blonde hair with jizz was an awesome thing. Ruining the slut's look. It just was not the time for that. But after the wedding, at some point, it will be.

Mark placed Sara on the floor face down. He placed Karen on top of her, with her leg falling between Sara's two legs. Then he tied them together where it appeared that Karen's second leg was actually Sara's leg and would have been put on backwards. Turning the two the other way, it worked the other way also. Sara looked like her second leg was Karen's and put on backwards. It would cause double takes from anyone who wasn't there when the bondage was done. If they were actively assuming this position on their own it would be scissoring.

Another rope was placed under one of Karen's tits. It was wrapped around the base, tightly. The rest of the rope was twisted around the tit on the other side and twisted around that one tightly. The design looked like an eternity symbol. This went around the breasts repeatedly until there was just enough rope left to tie in the middle. This ended in an even number of coils of rope on each side, that were tight like a waist band. The remaining tissue definitely qualified only as balloon tits. They were bulbous and red, headed towards purple. Right before they were flipped over, Sara's hands were zip tied behind her.

Mark and EZ flipped them over. Karen's tits hit the ground - apparently a bit painfully. EZ stroked the bound and flattened flesh. Sara's tits were treated differently. She saw the clover clamps coming and cried out "No, not the clamps!" Then Mark got them on her nipples, pulled them tight and connected their chain from one to the other which held their tension. He began to tie each breast independently. "Oh wait, not the clamps?" He moved as if to take one off. Sara changed her story, "Oh, no, they live here now. I can wear these forever!"

"But I don't want to leave them on if you don't them."

"I LOVE them. Seriously. Please NEVER take them off!"

Ezekiel couldn't help but start laughing. "Man, I was trying to hold it in."

Mark smacked him on the arm. "Nah, it's ok."

"That is a slave that has had a history with clamps."

"Yeah, and it always ends with her telling me she loves them. Then she wonders why I put them on her again?" Mark scratched his head as if he didn't know that clamps going on hurt for the pinch and coming off hurt when the nerves come alive again ... but they don't hurt as much in between when the clamps are on and the nerve endings are chilling out and perhaps getting so compressed that they have no feeling at all, like a hand or foot that has "fallen asleep"

Mark finished tying down, without getting any rope on the top of the tit, just the sides, each of Sara's tits making them as small as possible. The tops were not rounded and puffed out the way Karen's were. But they were as red heading towards purple and the nipples themselves were far darker.

EZ hoisted the two up to a hard tie point in the ceiling that neither lady had seen in the ceiling. It was part of a fake sprinkler head.

Mark walked up to EZ and whispered in his ear. EZ kept nodding. He smiled and nodded some more. "Respect, man. You got it, Sarge."

EZ walked by the girls and spun them slowly. He was careful to remember that they were free floating and not in need of punishment or teasing. Then he retreated to a shadowy corner that the women couldn't see into at their angle.

Mark stood in the brightest, easiest to see area of the room. "Karen Noel Smith, you agreed to marry me before you understood what it would be like. Your life won't get easier as my wife. You have now signed a pre-nup and a power of attorney that makes everything legal. Do you still wish to become one of a TRIO that I control completely and keep open to others, ONLY as I please?"

"Oh, Master!" Karen was looking rather dizzy and her leg was really stretching along Sara's in need. After all, she had been in a chastity belt for a week and was still wearing it. "Yes, Master. Anything you want, Master."

"You sound like you just wanted to get fucked. Can you at least say who is your Master?"

"Retired Team Sergeant Mark Wiess Chapter 61 due to 37% loss of vision after 14 years in the Army Special Forces, Green Beret (the ONLY Special Forces). He now owns, operates all 3 divisions of his own business. He is an architect, contractor and builder. If you do not know who he is, you have not kept the Top 15 Wealthiest Men in America on your radar. Not for public consumption: he is the most taciturn Master at the local Dungeon because he can be the nicest of all of the Dominants and do the most damage at the same time."

"As for a bio, I suppose that will do. But that was not exactly the attitude I was hoping for. A little more thoughtful of your own needs, please, Sara Elizabeth La Gerra. You agreed, hell honey, you SET UP, this trio that I solely control and keep open ONLY at my discretion. Do you STILL agree?"

"It is not what I thought it would be but it is exactly what I need and you are exactly perfect for me. Yes, Sir! I would say yes a thousand times, even with all I know now!" Sara kept trying to keep her eye on Mark but he ever so slowly moved out of her view and came back. She felt like she was doing the slowest ballet turning training.

He looked at Karen's face again as it entered his view. Mark inhaled as if he were about to say something. Instead he waved the thought away. He blew out the breath. He looked at EZ, "I waited too long. But the bitch clearly knows who I am, at least."

"Sorry, Sarge, my dick has that effect on women when they only blow me - they need more!" EZ started laughing. "Hey, what are we doing for food? All of a sudden I am thinking seafood?"

"Put the security lock on their door and come into the real suite." Mark and Ezekiel left the women hanging and very very slowly spinning while they went into the large suite to order their dinner.

"You think the women want to eat tonight, Sarge?"

"The night before they have to get into their tight corsets?" Mark looked at their waists, "Nah. I doubt it. I think they will be happy with a protein bar and 6 oz of juice along with their special multivitamins - just don't mix up Karen's and Sara's! I haven't had Sara fixed yet."

"Does she know?"

"Her idea." Mark picked up the room service menu to find the seafood section. EZ might have been kidding but now he really DID want seafood too, damn it!

"Heh. She really doesn't know how to get you to keep her as a special human does she?"

Mark looked over the top of the menu, "Not a clue and don't you tell her!"

There were very few times that Mark well and truly splurged on himself when it had nothing to do with indulging his girls or getting something for his cock. This night was one of those special occasions. Though since it was the night before his only wedding, does it really count?

There was a butler in this suite. Mark waved him over. "Please order the shrimp, crab and scallop seafood feast for two for this suite with a bottle of whichever wine the kitchen pairs with it. For the adjoining room, bring a case of electrolytes in water and 4 protein bars please - deliver it here, please. The women are all tied up with their affairs for tomorrow, you know how it is."

"Certainly, Sir" And the tuxedo bent and backed out of the room.

EZ looked at Mark, "Did you tell that man to back away?"

"Why would I do that? I thought maybe you told him?" (Mark)

"So, I hear there might be a party at some point. Are you looking for someone? We can get you set up pretty easily. I know where to find a vet or two." (Mark again)

EZ held his hands up. "I am not in your category."

"Nah. Strictly vanilla! I was thinking of some of the vets that work for me." The light dawned in Mark's eyes. "You didn't think I meant vet as in veterinarian did you?! Sorry!! I meant veteran! Oh man. What a crazy life this is. How about this ... I wouldn't be the one setting you up but someone else could set you up."

"Maybe I will meet someone at a party."

"Sure." Mark muttered. "By then you won't be so vanilla any more."

"What was that?" EZ genuinely asked.

"What was what?" Marked feigned honesty.

EZ just narrowed his eyes at Mark.

At 35 years old, Mark was getting married for the first time. He was marrying a woman that had already signed a pre-nup. This went beyond the fact that he kept all of the money he brings to the marriage and she keeps all the debt that she brings to it. It also includes the fact that the only way to get a divorce is if Mark initiates it. If Karen leaves him, she is still his. She just does not live with him nor will she be entitled to having a home provided for her by him, nor have his money as he retains his own money as per the pre-nup. If there are children, and Karen chooses to leave, then and only then the children will automatically be sent to boarding school but retain their father's address, as they will need his money to go to any school of quality, since Mark retains all of his own money. It goes on this way to disenfranchise Karen of everything should she leave him. Actually, she is permanently disenfranchised once she is married. She has things because he chooses to share them when she behaves, according to the pre-nup.

During the ceremony, Karen will promise to obey and Mark will promise to own her and guide her. Then, unbeknownst to her and to Sara, Mark will place a 2 carat diamond ring on each of their left ring fingers.

Karen will have to show off her slave bracelet/ring to show hers and Sara may or may not have to explain that the ring is from the same person who has collared her.

Immediately following the ceremony, as some men would look for the garter, Mark will remove Karen's chastity belt. And he will immediately put a chastity belt (exactly the same model but a new one) on Sara for one week. It is time for the honeymoon, which will be spent at home.

Again the girls don't know yet, but there will be a party that includes family. Not one of the three of them have any chores to do ... all week. Unless the girls need them or he wants to watch them do something. He has hired help into the home so that they can settle into some type of organization of their relationship.