Further Adventures, Pt 1

The contraption was Marcus' newest invention. Molly stood bent at the waist as he attached what looked like a strap bra around her chest. Carefully he placed her ample tits into the two holes and strapped it behind her back to hold it in place. Between her tits, a strong metal ring was securely attached to the two straps.

"This will have many uses." Marcus said with a smile. "Let me show you how the harness works. You see, you can wear this like it is quite comfortably, and at any time, should I wish to have your tits displayed for my enjoyment as they should be, it is a simple task."

Easily he tightened each of the straps that encircled her tit, until both mounds were the lovely purple colour Marcus loved so much, bulging out hard and tight from her chest. He smiled, and ran his hand over them, enjoying the tight feel of them, and the dark colour.

"Of course, they cannot be left like this for too long, so the straps can simply be loosened for a while without removing the harness." With one easy motion he loosened the tension and her tits flooded back to normal colour. Then, with a wicked grin, he tightened them again almost immediately. This time he removed the straps that went around her back, leaving only those constricting her tits.

"Now this way is for when I wish to decorate the room with you." He reached for a button and pushed, and a chain and hook descended from the ceiling. With a smile he hooked the hook into the ring between her tits, and soon the button was used to raise the chain back up again, lifting Molly off the floor. "You see, my slave, when suspended in this manner, there should be no support from any straps around your back. You should hang from your tits alone. Why else would you have been blessed with such large ones?" He grinned at her as she hung freely from the purple mounds on her chest, wincing as she breathed carefully.

As he stood there admiring his handiwork, Rob entered the room and Molly caught sight of a wide grin spreading across her brother's face as he spotted her. Marcus noticed him coming and smiled.

"I think it does something for the decor of the room, don't you?" He asked, as he crossed his arms and leaned back, as if they were admiring a piece of art.

"Absolutely!" Rob agreed emphatically. "No room should be without one."

Marcus smiled and cast a wicked grin in Rob's direction. "Or two even." he said, and Rob's smile widened.

"Now that would be heaven."

They stood and admired her for a few more minutes before Rob drew Marcus' attention away.

"Sorry to disturb you when you're... umm... obviously getting your entertainment, but I have a rather important matter to discuss."

Marcus frowned and nodded, and the Rob lead them to the far side of the room where they could still see Molly but talk in private.

"Something serious?" Marcus asked.

"Not exactly." Rob said, trying to find the way to bring up what he was about to say. "Let me just say... I've heard from my Dad."

Marcus raised his brow, wondering what the significance of this fact was. "And?" he coaxed.

Rob frowned slightly. "He wants to visit... here."

"Here." Marcus said, more a flat, toneless comment than a question. "I see."

Rob glanced at Molly where she hung painfully from her purple tits. "Yes, here. I think I have to explain a few things about my family."

Marcus settled into a nearby chair and clasped his fingers together attentively. "Then, explain away."

Rob sat as well and sighed. "Where to begin." He said, half to himself. Then he raised his eyes to Marcus. "My mother was a beautiful, church going woman with well defined values. She did her very best to instill those values in her children. My father loved her very much, and treated her like a queen." He paused, and Marcus nodded silently, certain that this was not all Rob had wanted to say. "Mother died when Molly was a senior in highschool. After several years, Dad produced a new woman in his life. There are some things about their relationship that Molly is unaware of."

Marcus cleared his throat. Suddenly he thought he had an inkling what Rob was leading up to. "Is your father into the lifestyle?"

Rob sighed and nodded. "Claudette... his new wife... is submissive. He treats her very lovingly, there is no bondage or torture or even degradation in their exchange, but he uses humiliation often enough. Mostly it's having her do things that prove her submissiveness to him."

"I take it your father is aware of your chosen path in life then?" Marcus questioned.

Rob nodded. "A while after I got Tricia, I opened up to him, told him I understood his life more now than I ever had, that I had chosen to follow the same path. He told me a few things I hadn't known before."

"Such as?" Marcus asked.

Rob frowned. "That he'd had Claudette before Mom died."

Marcus was silent. Basically, the fact was that Rob's father had had a mistress and a wife. The wife was to fulfill his need for the traditional woman, one he could love and cherish and obviously did. The mistress for his need to be dominant to a submissive. Most likely he had felt it impossible to treat his wife in that manner out of his love for her. Marcus had seen it happen before. He raised his eyes to look at Rob, wondering how the fact of his father's unfaithfulness sat with him.

"It doesn't mean he loved your mother any less." Marcus said.

Rob nodded. "I know. I think, if I wasn't living like this, I would have been furious with him." He chuckled then. "But I completely understood. I think fucking Molly helped me to know how to put the BDSM on a different level than other relationships.

Marcus grinned. "Well, that would sure have played a big part in it, I'm sure. So now your Dad wants to see how you live here with Tricia?"

Rob nodded, and a flash of worry clouded his face again. "Yeah. But the thing is, Molly doesn't know anything about how Dad and Claudette live, let alone how long he's had her. On the other hand, Dad doesn't have a clue about Molly. I haven't told him I even know where she is these days. The thing is, he knows I share your house, and that you also have a slave... and he wants to meet you both as well as Tricia."

Marcus frowned thoughtfully. "I see. That could be a little awkward, couldn't it." He glanced at his slave, where she hung from her tormented purple tits. It made him ache to look at her like that, and he knew he was soon going to have to let her down and fuck her soundly. He wasn't too sure how her father would look at the scene before them however.

When Molly had first arrived, he had drummed his rules into her head, so that she knew exactly what she was getting into. One of the thing he had warned her was that she must do whatever he commanded of her, and that if that meant fucking her own father, she would be required to do it without question simply because her master wanted her to. It was, in fact, a tactic he had used to let her know that nothing would conceivably be too taboo, almost to see if he could scare her away, to test her willingness to submit to him. The fact was, however, he had never actually intended to put that particular threat into practice. It had been said as a test, and nothing more. Although in fantasy, having her submit to her own father was somewhat appealing to him, in reality, he wasn't sure he wanted to put her through that. It seemed, apparently, that Rob had doubts as to how her father would react to it as well.

"Do you think he would react negatively to her being my slave? Anyone's slave, in fact."

Rob glanced at Molly, wondering how much longer she could tolerate being hung like that. "I think he would. He didn't seem bothered by my revelation, but his daughters... well, he pampered them just like Mom."

Marcus nodded, then stood up and prepared to return to his slave. "Well then, we'll just have to think of some way around it. In the meantime, I'd be delighted to meet him. Go ahead and invite him 'round. I'm sure he wants to see for himself what kind of slave his son has." He smiled, then strode purposefully towards Molly. He let her down to the floor, bent her over, and plunged his cock deep inside her. This whole conversation about her and her father had him raging hard, not to mention the effect of having had her hanging there on display. He fucked her hard, gripping her hips and plowing into her full force; then came hard while gripping and tugging on her imprisoned nipples. He allowed her to cum as well, because he wanted to listen to her screams of pleasure mixed in with the sounds of her pain. Then he loosened and removed the harness and brought her head up to face him. He looked deep into her eyes.

"Would you do anything I asked of you my pet? Anything, no matter how humiliating?"

Panting, wincing at the pain in her tits as the blood rushed back into them, she nodded. "Yes Master, I would."

"Why?" he asked her, surprising her.

She looked at him, deep into his eyes. "Because... because I trust you to know where the boundary of my physical and mental limits are, and not to cross over it. I know you would not ask me to do something that was beyond me, so I know I can safely obey without question."

Marcus blinked, and stared at her. Then he bent his head and kissed her with a deep passion. This was one amazing woman, he thought, as their lips met. He would come up with a solution to this new problem that had presented itself to them, and her submission wouldn't have to be compromised.