Time Out Of Time - Chapter 85 (Mf+, bdsm, exh, nc) [85/??]

They quietly wept in my arms. Their bare bodies shaking, strangely 
silent. I just held them until they calmed.

"You aren't going to punish us?" Christi whispered.

"I think. I think you've punished yourselves enough. I don't think 
that I have to do anything."

"Oh God. Thank-you." Jane whispered. She turned her head and gave me a 
kiss on the cheek. "I. I don't know what came over us. I. We. To call 
us confused is an understatement. I don't know what to do. We've been 
trying to make sense of it since you woke us. I'm sorry. That's what 
we were whispering about. Honestly." I believed her.

I hugged them again. "Girls. Don't worry your pretty heads about it. 
As far as I'm concerned it was perfectly natural. You were dead tired 
in this really weird situation. You just were comforting each other. 
It got out of hand. I doubt if it means anything." I'm not sure I 
believed my own words, but they seemed to make the women feel better.

Christi swallowed. "I wish that was all there was to it. I'm scared."

"You'll be fine." I gave each of them a kiss on the forehead. They 
quietly allowed the kiss. I released them from the embrace and rose to 
my feet. I glanced towards the counter. I'd interrupted Jane as she 
was drying the last plate. Christi had finished washing.

Jane silently rose to her bare feet leaving Christi kneeling on the 
tile. She picked up the last plate from the drainer and took the 
dishcloth to it. She returned it to its cupboard and then sank back to 
her bare knees. Silently waiting. Brooding.

I heard the faint sound of the shower cease. I was sitting in a 
kitchen chair just watching the girls. They were shifting a little 
uncomfortably. But they remained quiet. Their eyes downcast. Ashamed?

As the shower stopped, I rose to my own bare feet. I padded over to 
them.

I touched their bare shoulders and the two women looked up at me.

"You two alright?"

Christi nodded and Jane sort of mumbled, "I think so."

"We have to finish with our Judge friend."

"Master?" Christi looked up at me.

"Yes?"

"I know we don't deserve it. But. But this slave. This slave begs. 
Begs her Master for a shower. Please? Th-this slave feels so very 
dirty. Please, even though she doesn't deserve one, please let her 
shower? She'll even be happy with a cold one. Please?" her voice had 
dropped to a whisper. It wasn't often that Christi deigned herself to 
use slave talk. She must have really wanted a shower. I can't say I 
was surprised. After their little confession, I could now see why 
Christi and Jane had particularly wanted a shower this morning.

I touched their bare shoulders again, indicated that they should rise. 
Jane was shaking a little, but they both managed to get to their bare 
feet.

"Listen up. Okay? I know you two are feeling a little odd this 
morning. I can't blame you. I'm not going to punish you for your 
adventure. I promise. That means that we're about to go have a shower. 
But I want you two to realize that I'm not going to treat you any 
different. Okay? You are still my slaves and I expect you to perform 
the same as if last night hadn't happened between you. It also means 
that I'm not going to keep you apart or anything. I might even still 
make you have sexual contact for my enjoyment. Are you two alright 
with that?"

Christi swallowed hard. She nodded. Jane followed suit. They exchanged 
a glance, but then looked back at me.

"You two want your shower now?"

"Oh God. Please." Jane was restraining herself from just being a 
normal girl and racing upstairs to use the shower.

I smiled at them and gave them each a playful pat. They practically 
bounded out of the kitchen and raced upstairs. I sat down on the 
kitchen table and swung my legs underneath. What the hell was that all 
about? It was pretty clear that those two had gone beyond simple 
lovemaking. I was actually worried that they had somehow managed to 
displace their feelings. Being in this situation may have driven them 
into each others arms. Both physically and emotionally. They may not 
realize it themselves yet, but I was guessing that if left without 
some protective measures these two girls were going to fall in love. I 
could see it on their faces. No matter how much they protested that 
they were still straight. They didn't want to admit it. And I could 
understand that. They probably hadn't even admitted it to themselves 
yet.

What the hell did this mean? Should I just back off and let whatever 
happens, happen? That could prove to be very interesting. On the other 
hand, wasn't I in control here? Did I want this to happen? What did it 
impact? And if I chose to prevent it from happening, how did I go 
about it? Keep them apart? Keep them together? Force them into sex 
with others? I could see drawbacks to all the plans. If these two were 
going to love each other, I wasn't sure I could prevent it. I'd have 
to ponder it later. For now, it simply wasn't a problem. I wasn't sure 
it ever would be.

I lifted myself and dropped back to the floor. I knew what the girls 
felt like. I felt icky myself. I walked slowly back to the foyer. My 
head still spinning from the morning's events. The problems of being 
in control.

As I climbed the stairs, I heard female voices raised in laughter. I 
smiled. At least they were happy this morning. I stood at the door for 
a good two minutes before the girls noticed me.

Elizabeth and Amy were fighting over the hair dryer. It was actually a 
sight to see. These bare dripping women sliding around playfully 
pulling the device this way and that. Sheila was standing a safe 
distance away, on the toilet seat. Carefully watching the battle. She 
was laughing hysterically. It must have hurt her like holy hell to be 
laughing that hard, but it was nice to see her in better spirits. 
Finally, with a cry of triumph Amy pulled the hair dryer out of 
Elizabeth's wet fingers and turned it on. This appeared to end the 
battle. Sheila daintily stepped down from her perch.

"Master." She spoke as she saw me watching the fight and her.

"Hi girls. A disagreement?" Amy and Elizabeth just looked sheepish. 
"Amy. Now that you've managed to win your Waterloo, perhaps you'd like 
to use it to dry Sheila's hair?"

"Of course, Master." She moved to obey. Her face twisting, trying her 
best to keep a straight face. And failing miserably. She finally broke 
out into a grin, but managed to control the giggles. She didn't seem 
to mind helping Sheila before drying her own hair.

Elizabeth pulled a towel from the rack and began to dry herself off. 
Her face a mask of self control. I could still see the giggles in her 
eyes. But she managed to control her laughter.

I removed the bathrobe I was wearing and handed it to Amy. She held it 
in her fingers. Staring at it wistfully. Wishing that she could don 
it.

I smiled to her. "Go on. Put it on until I get out."

"You're kidding. I haven't worn anything in like a week and you are 
allowing me to wear something now? Why?" A week was an exaggeration, 
but I got the point.

"You cooked a good breakfast for all of us. I think everyone here 
appreciates it. You've been a good girl. Obedient. And you did win the 
hair dryer. This is your prize for a brave battle to the death." Her 
mouth broke out into a grin again. Scarcely believing this turn of 
events.

I heard Jane's voice from the shower enclosure. "Don't argue with him 
Amy. I'd just wear it while you can. Silly girl."

Amy handed the hair dryer to Sheila for a moment and pulled the terry 
cloth around her bare body. She closed the belt. Her nudity 
disappeared in a flash. Pure pleasure graced her face. She actually 
looked stunning in it. Her figure filled it out despite her petite 
frame and the fact it was a man's robe. She did have to roll up the 
sleeves, but even that looked charming. The robe fell to her ankles. 
The bright blue of the terrycloth almost matching the colour of her 
eyes. She twirled in it. Unable to believe I'd allowed her to do this. 
Flashes of her pale skin as she moved. I hadn't realized I was going 
to do it either. I was originally planning on just having her hang it 
up for me. I supposed that it was hung up. Just on an exceptionally 
beautiful hanger.

She danced over to me and rose up on her tiptoes. She kissed me full 
on the mouth.

"Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you. Thank-you," she gushed.

"Keep in mind you are just keeping it warm until I get out."

She nodded and happily pranced back to Sheila. She didn't care that 
she would only be allowed to wear it for ten minutes or so. She was 
allowed to cover herself for the first time in days. She began to blow 
dry the nude blonde again. Being exceptionally careful of the bruises. 
All smiles. One happy little girl.

I pulled the shower doors open and stepped inside the steam bath. 
Christi was leaning against the far wall of the shower enclosure, her 
eyes closed. Jane was using the soap to wash the other girl. They knew 
the rules. Unless I allowed them the rare privilege of showering 
alone, they were to wash each other thoroughly. As though they were 
washing themselves. Christi's hair was full of lather. Her blonde mane 
matted with water and shampoo. Her hands idle at her sides. Enjoying 
being washed.

Christi opened her eyes as I stepped into the shower. Her face 
flushing. Probably, still not used to showering with me, or with other 
women. Maybe just enjoying the feel of Jane's fingers a little too 
much.

The two girls advanced towards me. I expected them to be still a 
little unsure of themselves. A little reserved. Again, I misjudged the 
female of the species. Jane grabbed one arm and Christi the other. 
Between them, the two nude girls managed to maneuver me into the 
stinging spray, soaking me. Laughing, they pulled me back out from 
beneath the spray, spluttering. I allowed them to manhandle me around 
the shower enclosure. Jane practically attacked me with the soap, 
beginning on my chest and drawing it down my torso. Christi poured 
shampoo into my hair and began to wash and massage my hair and scalp. 
If you ever get the opportunity to have two women wash you in the 
shower, my advice is to take it. I relaxed under their care. I closed 
my eyes and allowed the sensations of their slippery fingers to whisk 
away all the small aches and pains of the morning. Completely 
forgetting that these two beauties kind of caused them all.

I felt Jane's fingers being a bit more intimate as she returned to 
wash my groin a second time. I felt myself reacting. Christi's fingers 
were still buried in my hair. I touched Jane's head. She was kneeling 
in the tub below me.

Mistaking the gesture, the girl moved her head forward and engulfed my 
penis in her mouth. Her tongue running up and down as I entered her. I 
gasped in pleasure. Suddenly hard as a rock. I could feel Christi's 
soapy breasts against my back. She was purposefully pressing her bare 
body against me.

Originally, I was going to stop them before this got out of hand. Not 
really wanting or expecting sex at the moment. I had plans for the 
rest of the day. Wanted a strong sex drive.

Perhaps the girls knew this. If they managed to get me first thing in 
the morning, it might reduce my sex drive enough to prevent me from 
wanting to abuse them later. Probably sound reasoning. And all of the 
girls were smart enough to figure it out. I wondered if they had 
collaborated on this somehow. A conspiracy of sex of sorts? Watergate? 
I smiled at the thought.

I resolved to make sure to upset their plans, if I wasn't being 
paranoid.

Jane's tongue swirled around me again and I completely lost my train 
of thought. Was I a complete idiot? In the shower with two gorgeous 
nude women. One on her knees in front of me? With me in her mouth? And 
I was thinking of stopping it?

I ran my fingers through her wet hair feeling her small movements 
taking me into her mouth. I glanced down. One hand was busy moving on 
my soap lubricated scrotum. I gasped as I reacted. Her other hand was 
moving between her own legs.

One of Christi's hands was pinching gently at my left nipple. Her body 
was moving slowly to the beat of the shower. She was moaning softly. 
Her mouth nibbling at my ear.

I couldn't help it. I exploded into Jane's waiting mouth. She 
frantically swallowed. Her own moans emerging around me. Even after 
I'd finished and released her head, she voluntarily remained on her 
knees. She kept me in her mouth. Her tongue still slowly circling me 
as I softened. Christi had stopped touching my nipple, and her hand 
had disappeared. Her soft cries becoming more insistent. Jane's voice 
too had become more and more desperate below.

Jane's mouth released me and she looked up at me. I could see her 
desire in her eyes. Her lips ruby red. Water streaming over her.

"Please. Master."

"Wha?" I managed to get out. The sight of this naked teenager, soaked, 
kneeling, not allowing my brain to operate.

"Hit me. Let me climax. Please?" she whispered. I could barely hear 
her over the beat of the shower and the hair dryer.

Christi whispered into my ear from behind me. "Oh God. Please. Allow a 
slave to orgasm. Oh God. Please?"

I suddenly understood. These girls weren't going to let themselves 
climax without permission. I turned and looked at Christi. Her soapy 
body writhing. Her hands busy on her own body. One deep between her 
legs, the other brushing her very erect nipples.

I leaned in to Christi. "You want to hit Jane?"

"Oh God. Yes. No. Please. I don't know. I don't think so. Please just 
let me cum. I'll do anything you want. Please."

I closed my eyes and turned around. I slapped Jane's face. She gasped 
in pain. Her head snapped back and her eyes flew open. The open handed 
slap would leave a red mark for a few minutes, but wasn't anything 
like the slap that Mayer had delivered in anger to Sheila.

"Harder," she whispered.

I leaned down to her ear. "You can orgasm as soon as I slap you 
again."

"Oh God. Please. Hurry."

I turned to Christi. "You can climax as soon as I slap her again."

"Oh God. Please don't hurt her."

"I won't. She wants it. You understand."

Christi nodded. Her hands still working furiously. Slowing down once 
in a while to prolong things. Stop her from climaxing early. She 
moaned low in her throat. Wanting to climax but afraid to without 
permission.

I turned around. Jane was still kneeling. Naked. Vulnerable. Her eyes 
frightened, but strangely at peace.

I reached forward and slapped her cheek again. Her head slowly tilted 
back and her fingers flicked her clitoris one last time. Her wet hair 
streaming down her bare back. She screamed. Startling me. Her whole 
body tensed on her knees. Her mouth opened. She climaxed hard. Her 
whole body showing her pain and pleasure.

I heard Christi's low moan. I turned just in time to see her draw in a 
last breath of air and hold it. Her whole body tensing. Her head 
falling to the side. Finally taking a last breath of air.

I felt a weight against my bare foot. I looked down to find Jane 
collapsed off her knees and quietly crying under the spray. Christi 
had somehow managed to keep her balance. Jane's fingers were pressed 
against her right cheek. It was probably stinging like a thousand bees 
had settled there to let their anger be known. I crouched down, more 
concerned for her than Christi who'd managed to stay upright.

"You alright, Janey?"

She nodded. She managed to get herself to her hands and knees, looking 
at me.

"Soap tastes awful," she remarked casually. A smile breaking over her 
face. Her cheek was red. But not seriously. "I should have rinsed you. 
Remind me next time." She opened her mouth and let water flow into it 
from the waterfall cascading over her body. She spit, grimacing. Very 
unladylike, but under the circumstances I wasn't about to punish her. 
She looked up and smiled. "Yuck."

I hadn't realized that she had given me head while I was still soapy. 
I couldn't imagine what kind of self-control that took, not to react 
but continue her task. What a way to wash your mouth out with soap. 
And she hadn't even been swearing.

I helped Jane to her feet.

"Thank-you," she whispered. I knew she meant for the slaps. I nodded 
and kissed her mouth. She returned the kiss.

I stepped under the spray again. Rinsing out the shampoo and the soap 
covering my body. I was actually surprised that the shampoo hadn't 
crept down and into my eyes. Lucky for Christi. Soap in the master's 
eyes was a punishable offense. Christi waited patiently, her own body 
still needing rinsing. If I wasn't mistaken, shampoo had crept into 
her eyes. They looked a bit bloodshot and she was wiping at her 
forehead and cheeks with her wet hands. I had no idea if Jane was done 
or not. But they hadn't really been in the shower long enough. Jane 
probably still had to wash.

I stepped out from the spray. Christi leaned down to whisper to me. 
"I. I guess I'm not a lesbian. Not really. All I could think about was 
you that time."

I smiled. "I think Jane had other things on her mind as well."

Maybe they'd be alright after all.