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Volume 4 - Ch 3.05
Volume 4 - Ch 3.05
Now that we covered everything that had to be covered and said everything that needed to be said, I do not think that I will be able to hold myself back anymore. My endurance, both mental and physical is at its utmost limits. So with all of that being said. . . I think it is finally time for me to dig in.
I slowly brough Sherrys face closer to mine. . . and kissed her. Her lips were soft and delicate, and I would have definitely savored their sweet flavor some more. . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Ahhh!!!
If it was not for the sound that I heard just now.
That was definitely a scream. Roxannes scream. The one that sounded like a mixture of sadness and desperation. It is so dark here that I cannot see Roxannes face clearly, but in this case, there was no need for me to see it at all, because the tone of her voice was telling me everything I needed to know, and to realize that I have fucked up, and I fucked up big time this time around.
. . . . Order. . . . . . . the order. . . . . our order. . . . .
Those were the words that Roxanne was now muttering to herself in a quiet, pained voice. And I understood perfectly why that was.
Up until now, when there were just the two of us, she has always been pretty particular about maintaining a certain order of things, by which I mean that she has always insisted that wherever we went, she always wanted me to go first and do things first, since as the head of the household and her master, I was higher than her on the ladder of social hierarchy. We kept that up without any issues, but now that Sherry has been added to our group, she started to show signs of being obsessed with being my number one slave, thinking that in whatever we were doing, she should be coming first before Sherry, because it was she, Roxanne, whom I have chosen as my first slave, not Sherry. And since she has convince herself that she is the number one slave that has to do everything first before Sherry, slave number two, as was shown to me today when she was insistent in a passive-aggressive way that she should be the first one to get the serving of the soup even though Sherry was the one who prepared and not giving her the first serving of her Borscht clearly went against the established customs that Roxanne herself was educating me about, and during the bath when I asked her to wash Sherrys back, but she instead went on to wash my own back, almost as if she was afraid that Sherry could snatch that task away from her. That is also why she thought that she was also going to be the first one when it comes to giving me the good night and good morning kisses, but I ignored that order and started kissing Sherry instead, violating Roxannes expectations in the rudest way possible.
Terrible, this is absolutely terrible. To say that I have stepped on a huge landmine would be an understatement.
All that I cared about was to satisfy my own insatiable lust, and in doing so, I trampled all over Roxannes pride and feelings while only caring about kissing Sherry while ignoring everything else that was happening around me. The only saving grace in this growing dumpster fire of a situation is that I have only tasted Sherrys lips so far and I did not straight up shoved my tongue inside of her mouth because it is her first time doing so and I wanted to be as delicate as possible here to avoid making her dislike the act of kissing and everything else that is associated with it. But. . . what am I going to do now? Is. . . is there even anything that I can do to salvage this situation, or is there nothing that could bail me out from facing the consequences of my own stupidity and horniness this time?
Think Michio, think! Think of something, anything! Do not dig your own grave even deeper, and try to come up with a solution that will allow you to not hurt Roxanne even more than you already did and save your own face, even if only a little bit of it!
Maybe. . . maybe this will help? I have no guarantee that what I am about to say is going to do me any good, but at the very least it is going to be better than staying silent and not saying anything at all, so I might just give it a shot and see where it takes me. If it works, then great, I am going to be saved. But if not. . . well, let me try it and see how this goes, and deal with the possible consequences later.
This. . . this is just the rehearsal of our routine before going to bed, so of course it mean that I have to leave Roxanne, my first slave, for last, when it is not going to be just the rehearsal, but a real deal, right?
This is it. The only thing that I could think of to save myself right now was this cheap excuse. But is this going to be enough to convince Roxanne? It better be, because otherwise the whole bedroom might actually end up becoming painted in the red color of my blood!!!
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Come on, Roxanne! Say something, anything! Break this uncomfortable silence along with the stress and the feeling of suspense that are killing me right now!
YES! Thank you so very much for remembering how important order is, master!
Roxanne said that with a bright smile and an extremely happy voice, so it looks like the shit storm has been avoided.
(S A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A F E ! ! ! ! ! !)
But my fucking God, that was too much of a close call this time around! I was literally this close to having a death penalty executed on me, but I somehow managed to slip right past it. I slumped down on the bed feeling extremely exhausted, even though we are going to be working up quite a sweat real soon. Was. . . was that feeling of dread I was feeling before Roxanne spoke up the same kind of feeling that the inmates in the death row feel? If so, then I can only thank Roxanne for declaring me innocent, and clearing me up of the false charges that could have been the death of me if the execution here to be carried out instantly without even giving me a chance to defend myself.
Master?
Y-Yes? What is it, Roxanne?
Since you have already shown Sherry what she is going to be doing every day from now on, can we move from the demonstration to our routine?
Roxanne said while lying on top of me, pressing her giant tits against my chest. Well then, I guess I have no choice, do I not? Just like the order dictates, I have to take proper care of Roxanne first. If it is with her, then I am more than willing to work up a good sweat, plus. . . this is going to be my revenge on her after she almost made me go through a heart attacks just now.
I started my offensive on her by giving her a kiss myself instead of waiting for her to do it. She was surprised, but other than that, she was not resisting my advances in any way. Then, paying no mind to how shaken she initially was, I started to relentlessly suck on her lips. In order for this payback of mine to really count, I have to put in twice as much effort that I usually put into it, otherwise I will not feel satisfied at all!
With the flame of revenge burning in my chest, hotter than the flames of hell and brighter than the sun that shines in the sky, I had my way with Roxanne. I did not care that Sherry was watching us with dumb amazement while covering her mouth with her tiny hands. I had my sight set on the goal in front of me, and I was dead set on fulfilling it!