6 Times a Day

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Suzanne got serious again. "Now, Susan, as for what we SHOULD do differently, we have to go back earlier, to the previous evening. Did he do his homework? Did he do his chores? Remember when he actually had to do chores around the house? IF he takes care of his responsibilities, then fine, let's have fun. Sure, let's have an orgy before school, even. But only if he's taken care of the other stuff first. We keep talking about that, but nothing ever changes."

She let out another sad sigh. "We may want to rethink some things. Frankly, I'm wondering if having Brenda as our house maid is such a good idea. I'm afraid that'll just make things ten times worse. And she has her own house and son to take care of..."

Brenda sat in a sweaty and happy post-orgasmic reverie, barely aware of Suzanne words. But she definitely heard those last sentences, and her world suddenly turned upside down. She was so shocked and appalled that she was beyond words. Her mouth dropped wide open and her eyes bulged out.

She couldn't even begin to comprehend that she could be so close to fulfilling a dream come true in serving the Plummer family, only to have it pulled away at the last second. In her previous existence, before she fell hard for Alan and the rest of the Plummers, she used to be very emotionally volatile with a nasty and short temper. That personality had never really gone away; it had just been suppressed and augmented by the new Brenda. Suddenly, her old ways came to the surface, with a vengeance.

She stood up and towered over the still-sitting Suzanne. An expression of intense anger built up on her face like stormy clouds gathering into a Class Five Hurricane. Then she let her emotions fly.

"HOW DARE YOU! SUZANNE, HOW DARE YOU! I love you! I worship you! I look up to you! And then, you say THIS! You treat me like TRASH! TRASH! GARBAGE! Worthless human GARBAGE! Well, I have feelings too! How can you promise me all these things, promise me a new life, promise to fulfill all my dreams, and then just say 'nah, I don't feel like it' on my big day? My dream day! Suzanne! You stabbed me in the back! Take it back! NOW! Please, I beg you! Take it back! I love you so much, and you step on my heart and crush it! How DARE you! Be ashamed of yourself! You, you, you backstabber!"

Just as quickly as Brenda's tantrum appeared, it suddenly disappeared, and her emotional angst turned into sorrow. She fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, weeping in heavy anguish.

Susan and Suzanne both rushed to her and held her close.

Suzanne immediately spoke apologetically, "I didn't mean that literally! I was just saying! I was making a point! For crying out loud, I didn't mean that!"

But Brenda seemed not to hear her at all, if only because she bawled so loudly. She seemed inconsolable, and nearly catatonic with grief.

Suzanne realized with alarm, Brenda is a lot more, well, mentally unstable, to be brutally frank, than I ever realized. She has issues! Jesus H. Christ! She seems ready to kill herself over such a small thing. It's like her life force just completely left her!

Unsure of what else to do, Suzanne finally resorted to slapping Brenda in the face. Repeatedly. "Snap out of it!" Suzanne cried as she slapped. "Snap out of it!"

Brenda's eyes appeared to regain an awareness, and she looked up at Suzanne's face.

Suzanne quickly explained, "Brenda! Listen. That was just loose talk. I wasn't actually saying we should do that! Relax! You're still going to be working here as a maid. It's still all going to happen. I was just trying to say that we might have to tone things down. I'm sorry if I frightened you. Sorry!"

Brenda stared at her for a while, uncertain if she could believe these new words.

Susan cooed more reassuring things from where she sat at Brenda's side. "It's okay, Brenda, it's okay. Nothing's going to change. We love you and want you here. It's okay..."

Finally, Brenda seemed to snap back to some semblance of reality. She cocked an eyebrow and looked hard at Suzanne. "Really? You didn't mean it?"

Suzanne smiled and nodded.

Susan nodded too.

Brenda's demeanor completely changed again. "Oh, thank GOD! Oh, I don't know what I would have done. It was like the whole world went black. All was death and despair! Here, please, let me lie down for a minute. I nearly had a heart attack!"

She really felt that way, but she also could be more than a bit melodramatic. She had a way of being extreme and over the top sometimes.

They helped Brenda to a nearby couch. Susan got her a glass of water.

Brenda simply lay there for a while, completely emotionally and physically drained. Her huge boobs rose and fell with every heaving breath. So fucking SCARY! That was a close call! I don't know what I'd do if I got this close to my ultimate dream and had it snatched away at the last minute! Phew! Too scary! Gotta calm down!

Alan is my master. It could only be him. If I don't get to serve him, what will I do?! True, I love my AIdy, but in a different way. He could never be "the one." He just doesn't have the right personality for it. Even he would freely admit that.

Suzanne thought, Okay, it's an overreaction to call her "mentally unstable." It's just that she's so passionate and emotional that I don't know how to handle it. I'm not used to that kind of outburst from any of my loved ones, except maybe for Susan's "mama grizzly bear" moods, but years could go by between those appearances.

After seeing that Brenda seemed to have recovered somewhat, Suzanne further explained, "Brenda, you're a part of our lives already. Tonight we're just making a de facto situation official. You don't have to worry about us going back on our promises."

Brenda let out a loud sigh of relief.

"But I am worried about my Sweetie. We do need to find a way where we can continue to love him and get royally fucked by him again and again and again without spoiling him. It's just that I'm at my wits' end, so I said something to illustrate my desperation, and you misunderstood. Again, I'm sorry."

"That's okay." Brenda lay still and continued to recover. Somehow in all the commotion her workout outfit had fallen the rest of the way down, and now was bunched up just below her knees. She remembered her place and added, "Please forgive ME, my mistress."

Suzanne thought ruefully as she stared at Brenda's improbably curvy body, It looks like Brenda is a part of the family now, for good or ill. We'll just have to deal with it and try to get her to live at least a semi-normal life. To be truthful, I did kind of halfway mean what I said about not having her as a maid, but I don't mean it now. She needs our help just as much as Sweetie does. I think she needs a lot of help. She's had a total personality change in the last few weeks; she's very right that it would be extremely cruel to bring her this far along and then abandon her.

I should have thought things through before speaking out loud. I was the one who picked her out of a crowd, saw her sexual potential, and encouraged her submissive tendencies every step of the way. We've made the commitment to her and we've got to keep it, whatever that may mean. She's a highly submissive type, so to let her go now would be like sending a child to live on the mean streets. She'd be taken advantage of immediately, and then Adrian would suffer too. She needs our love and consideration as much as Sweetie or anyone else does.

Once Brenda had recovered, more or less, Suzanne asked her, "I'm curious. Why is it that we, the Plummer family, have such a strong emotional effect on you? You've gone far beyond just wanting to have lots of sex with Alan, what with your desire to be our house maid and all. I have to admit, I could never imagine someone wanting to do for big money what you say you want to do for this family for free. What drives you?"

Brenda thought about that for a while. "I don't know, to be honest. Being the Plummer family slave feels so right that I've never even given it much thought. I just knew. I knew from the moment I found out Master Alan had all four of you under his thumb. I knew I'd found something so perfect and that there would be no limit to my servitude, if he would only have me, if you would all have me. It took me a while to be able to admit that, but I knew it deep in my soul."

She paused, marveling at her luck in finding the Plummers. She began to massage her huge breasts in circles, as merely having these thoughts of utter servitude and obedience turned her on terribly. "So, I suppose it must fulfill me in some deep way. Very deep. I think some of it has to do with a suppressed desire for my mother, may she rest in peace. In a way, you and Mistress Susan have replaced her in my heart. If I were to lose the two of you, after losing her, I don't know what I would do!"

She began to tear up again. "Life wouldn't be worth living. Not even with Adrian. Maybe not even with Alan. I'm weak at heart. I wouldn't be able to go on. That's why your words hurt me so deeply, Mistress Suzanne. I love you so much. I know I've only known you a short while, but I love you so very much! You too, Mistress Susan!"

Suzanne thought that was surprisingly perceptive, and probably very true. She looked at her relationship with Brenda in a whole new way. "And Alan? What's the deep force there?"

That immediately banished Brenda's sorrow. She laughed happily as she thought of her master. "Duh! He's Alan! Need I say more? Susan put it so well. What did she say? 'He's just about the most mature, smart, and loving eighteen year old in the whole wide world!' That's exactly it! Admittedly, I've only known him for two months, but those words are just about the truest I've ever heard."

She went on, "And of course, sexually he IS some kind of superman. Maybe there are others who have bigger dicks or whatever, but I challenge to find anyone who can get it up so many times in a day, every day, and handle so much stimulation for so long. And wanting to sexually please him makes me love him more and more. Sex and love are closely connected, as you know."

Suzanne thought, That's all true. And it works for me too.

Brenda winced as she admitted, "I love him so deeply that, in some ways, I think I love him more than my own son! Not in all ways, mind you, but in some ways, including sexually. Is that wrong? It IS wrong! I'm sure it is, but I can't help it. The bond between master and slave is so deep, so strong! I desire to make love to Adrian, I love my Pooh Bear so much, but I NEED to get fucked by Master Alan like I need air to breathe!"

Her eyes bugged out. "Good God! Just thinking about oral sex alone... My desire to suck his cock is so strong that sometimes it's all I can think about! I know I'm a 'busty bombshell' by any measure and I should have men falling all over me instead of having to share him with so many others, but just thinking about that makes me salivate like you wouldn't believe! I NEED his cock in my mouth! Every day!"

She continued even more emphatically, "I MUST serve him, to show him that I would do anything I could possibly do if he would only shove his cock down my throat and up my cunt one more time. He's actually played with me so rarely that it feels like I've been dying. Dying! It's like I have all the love of a son for him, plus all the love as if he was my husband, then times that by ten! I think it's something that you may never fully understand, Mistress Suzanne, because it goes so deep in me. I have to serve Master Alan and give him my body like the sun has to rise in the morning. It's just a basic fact of life. I can promise you now that it will never change until the day I die!"

Suzanne thought, Wow! I can see in her eyes that she means every word!

Brenda added, "You may mock Susan's brilliant Big Tits Theory, but to me it's the most fundamental truth to help me day by day. It's my guide to life. I've always felt I was different, because of my looks. Now I know why; now it all makes sense. Some were put on this planet to lead, and some to follow. I don't care what you say, this body of mine was built for sex, to be a sex slave, and anything else is a waste! Since I've fully given in to the truth that I exist to serve, I feel such peace and serenity."

Suzanne thought, I can see why she favors Alan over Adrian. Adrian hasn't proved himself worthy of natural master status yet, while Alan has. I hope Adrian can turn that around, at least to some extent, in order to take some more of Brenda's emotional focus, but unfortunately from all I've seen of him, he seems the submissive type as well. It looks like I might have to add making Adrian less submissive to my list of long-term projects. He's another good reason why it would be better if Brenda wasn't so focused on this family, but what's done is done.

I wish I would have had more of an idea what I was getting everyone into when I invited her over to join our poke-her parties! That said, I can handle this. Nothing is too daunting that it can't be fixed with the right kind of clever scheming.

Brenda turned to Susan and held her hand. "Mistress Susan, you have such a natural wisdom to come up with that theory of yours. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I think in many ways, you and I are soul sisters. You, alone of anyone I've met, completely understand me."

Susan nodded solemnly. "Yes. We're not the same, but I know your mind."

That was an understatement. It was almost like Brenda was speaking Susan's mind too. But Susan was trying to tone things down, given Suzanne's concerns.