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			The Owned Couple
			  Chapter Three, Part One
		   (MM+/sub c, bond, oral, interr, exhib)

NOTE:  This is a work of *EROTIC FICTION*.  If you are offended by such
material, or are not of legal age, DO NOT READ FURTHER.  Otherwise, plase 
read on....

Author's Note:
	This chapter was too long to put into one part, so this has been
broken up into two parts...


	Sunday went without incident, other than Kate walking around
the house in the most revealing outfit:  Low cut top, and a short
shorts, where I could catch a glimpse of her from time to time.  And
she never passed up a chance to flash her intimate parts to me.  Monday
came, and I went to work, starting the drudgery of the work week.
However, this week, I wondered what would go on while I was gone with
my wife (she did not work out of the home).  I got home Monday night,
as I have done for fifteen years, and we did our normal family activities.
As we were putting our kids to bed, I wondered if anything would happen
during the week with our new arrangement.  At about ten O'clock, we got a
call.  Kate answered it, and told me to pick up the other line.  It was Pat.
He said, "slave, I want you to take my property out into your back yard.  I
want you to put her kneeling, with her knees on the grass, with her top
on your deck.  Blindfold her, and tie her hands behind her back.  I then
want you to go back into your house, and leave your sliding glass door
open.  Close your curtains, though, so you can hear, but not see, me fucking
your wife.  She will call out to you when you may untie her and let her
back into the house.  Make sure she has a skirt on her bottom, but keep her
dressed otherwise.  Are your kids asleep?"  "Yes Master", we both replied.
"Good, perfect.  You have 5 minutes to get wet for me, slut.  Get going you
two."

	My spouse put on a skirt, as I got out the rope, and blindfold.
When she came back out, she was already flushing with excitement.  I
blindfolded her, and led her out into the back yard.  I then had her kneel
over the edge of the deck, as Pat had told us.  I then closed the curtains,
and stripped, listening through the screen door.  A couple of minutes later,
I heard someone in our back yard.  I heard my wife making out, then an
unmistakable slurping sound:  She was definately sucking his cock.  Then, I
heard her make sounds she usually makes when I suck her nipples, "ooohh,
yeah.  Suck on it, baby!  Bite it, bite it, ooohhhh!"  Then I heard her
grunt, as I could tell he had entered her.  I started worrying about our
neighbors hearing, as she was grunting loudly, "Oh, yeah.  Faster, faster!
Oh, god!  Pump me, stud!  Oooohh, aaahhhh!"  She came quickly, and
constantly.  She must have cum, at leat vocally, four tines.  Then, I heard
an unfamiliar grunt, and Kate moaned loudly, like she does when someone
cums inside her.  Then I heard her grunt again, as  if she was being entered
again.  'There must be more than one person out there!', I thought, as I
heard her moaning *very* loudly.  Then, she seemed to be moaning with a
muffled sound for a few minutes.  Then, silence.  About three minutes later,
she called for me to come out to get her.  What I came out to, was quite a
sight.  She was on her back, the rope that was tying her hand together were
now also tied to her ankles, holding her apart.  Her legs were splayed,
with cum leaking from her pussy, and she had cum all over her blindfold,
and running down her face!  On her was a note, "Your wife was well used,
while you listened.  Clean her up with your tongue, then go to bed.  Sweet
dreams, slave."  She looked so sexy!  I cleaned her, and, then, we went
iside, and she put on a revealing teddy for bed.  She Said, "There was
more than one person out there tonight.  I could tell!  The one that came
inside of me was shaped differently."  She knew this would get to me, and
my hard cock gave me away.  We went to bed, and went to sleep.

	Tuesday and Wednesday went the same way, except Master was the
only one who came and fucked her.  On Thursday, he called at the same 
time, but his instructions were different.  "Slave, I want you to open
the back door.  Slut, I want you to strip, and kneel on your hands and
knees.  Put the curtain over the middle of your body, so that your front
half is in your den, and your back half is outside.  I want slave to
witness your reactions tonight.  You have five minutes."

	I went to the back door, and opened it.  Kate got completely
undressed, as I caught a glimpse of her tits for the first time in
almost a week.  Her nipples were already standing up in anticipation,
and I could tell she was excited.  About five minutes later, she gasped,
as someone grabbed ahold of her hips, and entered her.  Her eyes fluttered
as she was rocking back and forth quickly.  She started moving faster, and
moaning, as I saw Master's balls slapping against her pussy from
underneath.  Then, he reached his hands under the curtains, and grabbed
ahold of her nipples, and tweaked and twisted them.  This sent her over
the edge with a scream.  Then, I heard a moan from the other side of the
curtains, as she was filled with his come.  He pulled out of her, and told
her to stay where she was.  A few moments later, I heard soft talking from
the other side of the curtains:  He must have brought a friend.  Suddenly,
Kate gasped again, then moaned *very* loudly, as she was entered again.
She was gasping, "Oooohhh, aaaahhh.  This one is huge!  I feel like I'm
being split in two."  I looked under her, and saw two very large black
nuts hitting her pussy with each stroke in her.  The base of his cock
looked impressive.  She was moaning loudly, and put her head on the floor,
getting rug burn on her face, as she let the monster of a cock saw in and
out of her.  She must have come at least 5 times, while he fucked her.  He
was also lasting quite a while, about a half hour.  Finally, I heard a
moan, and I saw her head snap up, as he buried himself even deeper, if that
was possible, and deposited his come deep in her pussy.  They both came
down for a few moments; I could imagine her pussy spasming around his cock
as it softened; my cock was leaking pre-cum, and I had to literally keep
myself from cumming on the spot.  He finally pulled out of her, and Master
told her to turn around, but keep the curtain over her middle, so she
could clean them off.  I heard the unmistakable slurping sounds, as she
licked them both clean.  I also saw her pussy, which was now facing me.
She had two large hand prints on her hips, and her pussy was gaping like
it never had before, he must have been massive!  Finally, he told her to
go into the house, and told me to clean her out, and imagine the feeling
my cock in her pussy.  He told us he would call on Saturday, and, if
possible, get a babysitter for the kids on Saturday night.

	She came into the house, and told me, "That last one was huge!  I
never thought I could come so hard, from something lodged so deep in me.
You've got a lot of cleaning out to do, while I update my diary!" She put
on her nightgown, and we went into the bedroom.  As she wrote in her diary,
I went down on her.  She felt like she had a gallon of come in her, and it
took a long time to suck out all the juices, along with the juices she was
wtill producing.  As she told me, "God, it felt so great.  It was great
watching your expression as I was fuuuuccccckkkkk....".  Her last sentence
was cut off, as she came again.

	On Saturday, the kids all wanted to spend the night at friends
houses, which was normal (we usually rotated having their friends over, and
having them at friends' houses).  Kate was thankful that during the week,
that they never commented on her anklet; she had cleverly picked one out
with an innoculous design on the other side, which she turned out when they
were around.  We were hopeful, with our weekend open, that Pat would call.
I was especially hopeful, as my week had passed, and I had already asked
Kate to ask permission for me to come the next time she saw him.

	At about 5 O'clock, we got a call, which I answered.  "Hello"  "Hi,
this is Pat" "Hello, Master"  "Very good, slave.  How is your availability?"
"The kids are gone, we are yours", I heard my wife interject.  She must
have picked up the other line, after listening to me.  "Good", he said.
"I want you both over at my house in a 45 minutes.  I want you to both clean
your asses out before coming over, you're both in for a workout.  As soon as
you are clean, I want you both to walk over to my house, nude.  Remember, 45
minutes, and bring your diaries."  He hung up.  Kate went first into the 
bathroom, and gave herself an enema.  As she came out, I could tell she was 
already excited.  I went in next, and filled the bag with warm, soapy water.  
I then kneeled on the floor, and let the water rush into me.  As I was 
getting past the cramps, I thought about what Master said; it looked like my 
ass was in for a workout as well.  I hoped I would finally be allowed to 
come that night, as I had been watching and cleaning up come for a week, 
and my nuts felt like they weighed 10 pounds each.

	Although winter was approaching, it was still a little light out.  
We dodged our way down the block, from bush to bush, and, after what seemed
an eternity, we reached his side gate.  We went in, and knocked on the side
door to his garage, as before.  As he opened the door, we both said, "Hello,
Master", remembering the last time we came over and did not greet him.
"Hello slut and slave.  That greeting was better than the last time.  Come 
in to the garage, I have some things for you, and I want to talk to you both,
before we go in to the house."  We went in, and he had us both stand by in 
the middle of his garage.  He went over to his workbench, and came back with
what looked like two signs attached to string.  He said, "I have guests over
tonight.  The both of you are the entertainment, and the prizes.  You see, 
I'm having poker night here, in more ways than one", he laughed, "and I want
my guests to know who the two of you are named.  So I made these nameplates.
Like them?"  "Yes, Master", we both answered.  "First, we have to make it so
you both are more manageable."  He went back over to the workbench, and got
two sets of cuffs, and a large rubberband.  "First, for the slut.  You see,
I need a place to put this name plate, and I have just the place."  He 
cuffed her hands behind her back, then took her nameplate.  The ends of the
string had loops in them.  He massaged her nipples to get them hard, then he
took one loop, and tightened it around her nipple.  She moaned as she got 
used to the constriction around her nipple.  He then did the same for her 
other nipple.  Hanging from it was a wooden sign, "Mrs. Finch - slut and 
fuck toy".  He said, "Okay, we've gotten the slut taken care of, now for 
slave.  For you, since your nipples are small, I enhanced your sign 
holders."  To do this, he placed small clothespins on each end.  He cuffed 
my hands behind my back, then told Kate to suck my nipples to get them hard.
That was the first time I had her mouth on that part of my body in a few 
weeks, and I responded immediately.  Master then took one clothespin, and 
hooked it to my right nipple.  It wasn't too tight, but I definately knew it
was there, and it wasn't coming off.  He then took the other clothespin, and
put it on my other nipple, and let the sign drop naturally.  The weight of 
the sign added to my discomfort.  He led me over to a mirror, so I could 
read my sign, as my wife giggled.  It said, "Mr. Finch - slave and male cum
drinker".  "How do you like my handiwork, you two?"  "We like it, Master", 
we both said.  "Good.  Now for two more things, then we are ready.  Slut, 
I'm glad you've been wearing my anklet.  I also noticed that you have a 
pattern on the other side.  Is this so you can turn it around when the 
kids are around?"  "Yes, Master", she said.  "Very well, we don't want 
these games to be known to your family.  Anyway, put your foot with the 
anklet up on the stool here".  She did so, and I noticed he brought over a 
soldering iron.  He then proceeded to solder the clasp on the anklet shut.
"There, now you can't take it off, without my knowing it, so you'll always 
have that tag as my property.  I want you to wear the pattern side in when 
you are not around family.  Even in public".  "Yes, Master", she said.  I 
thought about all the public possibilities of her wearing that anklet with 
the "Mrs. Finch, Pat Grimsley's Fuck Toy" out for the world to see.  He then
approached me with the rubberband.  "Well now, for tonight, I want to make 
sure you are all trussed up for our guests."  With that, he wrapped the 
rubberband tightly around my balls and cock, making them jut out, and 
separating my balls from my body.  "There, I think we're ready, now."  As he
said that, I figured now was my chance to get Kate to ask about my prospects
for the evening.  I looked at her longingly, and she said, "Master, I have a
question to ask you."  "Not yet", Master said.  "You'll get to ask it later,
if it is what I think it is.  Shall we go in?"

	As we went into the house, we could not see anyone else immediately.
However, once we turned the corner in his kitchen, we saw a card table with
chips on it, and six chairs.  After taking a few more steps, we saw 5 men
in the livingroom, watching a college football game.  Some of them stood up
to get a better look at us, and a few of them laughed, "What a sight!", one
of them said.  "You weren't shitting us.  You really do have a sex slave
couple", another one said.  Master then introduced everyone:  "Everyone, as
you can read on the signs, this is slut and slave.  They are a married
submissive couple that belong to me, now.  They do whatever I tell them to
do, and, even though they are married, they can't even fuck each other,
unless I say so.  Isn't that right slut?  Who do you belong to?"  My wife
spoke up, "That's right Master.  My holes, and my husband's hole and cock
belong to you."  He said, "I even have them keep diaries of their
adventures.  We'll bring those out in a little while.  Slut, slave, let me
introduce my guests to you.  Believe it or not, some of them slut has
already gotten to know, even though she hasn't seen all of them.  And you,
slave, have tasted what they left in and on your pretty wife.  First, here
is Don."  Don was about 5' 10", medium build, with blond hair.  He next
introduced Ted, a shorter, chubby redhead.  Next, Paul, about 6' 3", lanky,
with brown hair.  Next was Allan, about 5' 11", brown hair, stocky build.
Finally, there was Earl.  He was about 6' 4", athlete's build, and black.
"Well, now that we have made our introductions, how about some cards,
gentlemen?"  There was some clapping of hands, as the men made their way
to the table.  They stopped as they got to the table, however, as Master
turned to face us.  "We will be playing cards, and the two of you, as I said
earlier, will be the prizes."  All the men started taking their pants off,
as I guessed what was coming next.  Master continued, "The winner and loser
of each hand will each receive a blow job from one of you.  The two of you
will go under the table, and, as the hands are played, we will indicate
the winner of the hand.  This will be done by the winner tapping their foot
on the ground.  If they tap their right foot, slut will go down on that
person, if it is their left foot, it will be slave.  Then the loser of the
hand will tap a foot for the other person.  You will suck on them until you
the end of the next hand when you will hear the feet tap again.  This ought
to get the evening off right."

	We got under the table, and the men sat down.  Kate and I looked
around, "sizing up the players" as it were.  Don's cock was average size.
Ted's was a bit like him, short and wide.  Paul's was thinner, but about
8" or so.  Allan's was good sized, long and well proportioned.  Earl's
was huge, at least 11", and about as wide as Kate's wrist.  He must have
been the one to fuck her on Thursday.  Kate whispered in my ear that she
thought Don's cock was the other one that used her on Monday.  Finally,
there was Master's, about 9" long.

	We heard shuffling, and the first game was on.  After about 3 or
4 minutes.  We heard a shout of victory, as Paul tapped his right foot.
Kate went over to him, and I saw her take his cock into her mouth.  I heard
Paul make kind of a muffled groan, as Kate worked her magic on him.  Then
I saw Ted's foot tap.  I went over to him, and took his cock in my mouth.
I started licking the head, and along the shaft, and then took it into my
mouth fully.  It was wide, but not too long.  About 4 minutes later, I saw
Don's right foot tap.  Kate switched over to him, much to Paul's dismay,
from the sounds he made when she let go of his cock.  After about thirty
seconds, I saw Earl's left foot tap.  I went over to his monster, and licked
the huge cock head, and then fit as much of it into my mouth as I could.
Another 4 minutes, another hand done.  This time, Allan tapped his left
foot.  I went over to him, and took him into my mouth.  Earl "lost" again,
but this time, he got Kate's mouth to work on him.  After the next hand,
Master won, and he tapped his right foot.  I waited, then I saw Allan tap
his left foot.  I stayed working on Allan for the next hand.  After the
next hand, Earl won again, and Master lost.  Earl got Kate, while I
worked on Master.  Then it was Don's turn.  He took Kate, while I went
over to Paul.  It went on like this for about a half hour.  After a while,
it seemed that Allan was "losing" a lot, as I was kept working on him more
than the others.  Finally, the guests were talking about stepping up the
action, and Master said the winner of the next hand would be the first to
fuck my wife.  And, since he was the host, he would bow out of this hand.
The hand was dealt, and a cry of joy came from Ted, as he won the hand.
They then got up from the table, as Master got us both up.  He led us into
the livingroom, carrying our diaries.

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To be continued in Part Two (or 3b)

Author's Note:  I'm not sure how many of these there will be.  I'm still
writing them, and will probably continue, until I run out of ideas, (or
until it becomes mundane).  Anyway, comments, and ideas are welcome, as
always.