My Life on a Cassette Tape

I woke up, not having realized I had fallen asleep, with Berry at my crotch, sucking my dick with her ever amazing technique. Now that she wasn't distracted, she really put on a show, a show I greatly enjoyed. I smiled, and ruffled her raspberry - quite the fitting color - hair. She redoubled her efforts, showing off as she worked my dick with learned expertise. I could only smirk as I let her finish, giving a quick glance at my watch. To my surprise, it had been fifty minutes since I went back for 'my wallet'. I would have to hurry up and get over to him before too long. Though I did have enough time to finish this little bit of fun. Orgasm overtook me once more, and Berry dutifully swallowed it all, cleaning off my dick with care.

"Glad to see you're awake, Master." She said, her voice more calm and... submissive? Wait, Master!? I looked at her and shot up, hitting my head against the table, sending myself back down to the floor. My hand hit the tape player, and I saw it there, on the floor. It clicked in my head. I quickly grabbed the mic, pressing down the record button, determined to fix this mistake.

"Berry Punch is-" I was cut off by said mare's voice streaming out of the headphones. Apparently I had hit play somehow and the volume had been knocked up as the words could be heard with ease on the cheap pair of headphones.

"-your SLAVE-BITCH CUNT! I can't get enough of your dick! Fuck me, oh, MASTER, FUCK YOUR SLAVE CUNT! MASTER!MASTER!MASTER!!!" Her hoarse call could be heard through the audio distortion. I clicked record and began to speak once more.

"Berry Punch is-" I wanted to say 'is not a slave and never was!' but as I spoke, I found my tongue rebelling, following something else's will. "Berry Punch is my Slave-Bitch cunt and loves it! She will serve me as I wish without complaint!" I hissed, clicking my tongue a few times and tried again, but much the same feeling of loss of control came over me. "Berry Punch is my whore slut, and my very touch is orgasmic while words of praise are like kisses on her quivering pussy!" I groaned to myself after finishing what any other pony would've seen as an impassioned, lustful cry. I wasn't impassioned, and I wanted it to end, but I couldn't correct the recording, or the recording would correct me! Berry Punch was my slave. I hadn't asked for it except when the recording had me do so. I pinched the bridge of my nose even as the memories of her as my slave since I was a young colt began to flow into my head.

No! I may not be able to correct the recording, but I could certainly try to qualify the recording. "Berry Punch recently became my slave and is a secret slave! She wants to keep the secret from other ponies," I was satisfied, but the recording wasn't, "unless I say so or they too are my slaves!" I gasped as I finished, the realization dawning on me that the recording, or perhaps fate itself through this device of unknown origin, was enforcing the concept that I would indeed have more slaves.

"You mean like how Periwinkle is your slave?" Berry offered in a rather loud tone. I froze in terror. Looking to her, in a way that showed that I was more than a little shocked. "What? She has to be your slave cunt like me or else why would we have fucked like we had? Why else is she out there cleaning when she could be in here fucking?" The world was already clicking this information into place. I paused the recording, rewound it, and pressed play with hope that it wouldn't have been heard despite feeling my world shift; and sure enough, with dashed hopes, Berry came through loud and clear. Sighing, I pressed record again after it got past Berry's interjection.

"She too has the same restrictions as Berry Punch." I muttered, turning off the recording as I resigned myself to my fate as constructed by the device I had thought previously as my ticket out of fate. My life was a mess; a sexy mess, but a mess nonetheless. I looked to the beautiful mare... slave beside me. I both knew that she was my slave, and knew that she hadn't been, and that I hadn't wanted her to be, but my dick - as spent as it was - was making an effort to make its thoughts on the matter known, reaching an unbidden half chub.

"Do you have much of family?" I asked, assessing the damage. Berry nodded and sat up, counting on her fingers.

"Mom and Dad are still kicking, though they are off in Las Pegasus. I also got a sister, but I haven't heard from her in years - think she lives someplace out towards Cloudsdale, or maybe Rainbow Falls - she keeps bouncing about so I really couldn't say. And that's about it for family." She said cheerily. I looked at her, and sighed, grabbing the microphone once more as I hit record.

"Berry Punch's family do not know. Berry Punch's family won't become too concerned about her should she not contact them or act differently at times." I was satisfied and it seemed the recorder was too... for now. I kept my composure as I turned the recording off. I sighed, the mess really piling up on me, with brand new cherries placed at random on top of the menagerie of 'what the fuck' that life already was.

"How do you know Periwinkle?" I asked, continue the line of questioning. If they were to be my slaves, I needed to get my head around this situation as best as I could.

"Oh, I met my slave-cunt sister in college. She and I had a brief fling, but she friend zoned me hard. But now we're slave-cunt sisters so we can be together like I always wanted!" She said with no small measure of glee. Thinking about it, Periwinkle did seem more open to Berry becoming a fixture in her sexual life while they were taking part in doing me even before this whole slave business started up. I had figured on some level of connection based on her being the friend asked to get the shirt; but I wondered if such feelings as had been expressed in the show room were there before when she had been called to bring a shirt.

"Do you know anything about her family?" I could always ask the mare herself, but she was still cleaning, and I didn't want the headache of a second slave's recognition just yet.

"Spring Periwinkle has got her dad, but that's about it. Oh, she'll be so glad to be your slave! Almost as glad as I am!" She cooed, falling on me, hugging my head between her breasts. My cock took the hint, and up it went again, straight between her thighs. I gave some muffled instructions, which she missed due to not having ears on her boobs. Leaning back, she blushed, giving a nice compliment to her... wine colored skin? Was it wine colored? It was a unique color for sure.

"I hope you won't be this obvious in public. You and Periwinkle are a secret, as you best recall." I said firmly. She nodded, taking on a submissive pose before me. She had taken the lead so often during our threesome earlier, I hardly could believe that she was being so submissive to my whims now.

"Of course, Master, but we are alone, and the only pony that would come in is-"

"Master! I'm done cleaning the front of the shop, should I suck your dick now?" Spring Periwinkle asked with the utmost sincerity. I sighed. I loved knowing I had not one but two mares at my beckon call, but I was already feeling the pain of the days to come mounting.

"Ride my dick, I need you to talk. Berry, suck her nipples." I ordered in a way that surprised me with how nonchalant it was. Was I really so easily slipping into this role that I hadn't wanted a few minutes prior?

"Yes, Master!" The two mares echoed, going to their tasks. Periwinkles' pussy was amazing, just as amazing as the first time we had fucked in this very room. I let the sensations fill me as my dick filled her, not caring to talk for the moment. I did have to talk though.

"D-do y-you h... have any f-family?" I asked through the pleasure as she bounced up and down on my dick. I could only imagine how much pleasure she was feeling, not only having the counterpart to my pleasure, but also the pleasure of Berry, who she held like an infant, suckling on her teat while working the other breast in her hand.

"Y-yes, M-m-master! I... I h-have~! I have a f-father!" She answered, struggling as much as I had. This was ridiculous, and I was ridiculous for having thought we could carry a coherent conversation while fucking. I waited until we finished to continue.

"Peri, sit on that chair, B... Punch, eat her out, clean up all the jizz I left in her." I ordered, leaning against a wall while using the apron Peri had walked out in earlier to clean myself off, no longer caring how easy it was to order these mares about. Maybe a bit of pre-enslavement Berry had rubbed off on me, either way, I'd have to wait for answers on that, other concerns were more pressing.

"If you don't mind, Master," Periwinkle began, "You can call me Spring, or even Spry. That way you can call Berry something other than 'Punch'." She offered. I nodded slowly.

"Alright, Spry; your father, what kind of condition is he in?"

"My father is in an old folks home. He has been for the last five months." She replied, as she guided Berry to her still twitching, cum-filled pussy. Something was brought to my memory as she explained her father's condition, which was stable, but nonconducive to continued life expectancy. It was something the player had said while narrating her earlier 'wardrobe malfunction'. Something like... 'she had been texting her coltfriend'? She had a special somepony! My head shot up from thought, vaguely noticing Berry was done cleaning Spry out to orgasm as I asked the question.

"What about a coltfriend, I thought you had one?" I interrupted her still continuing explanation about her father, which Berry had more effectively interrupted with the ministrations of her mouth on the other mare's marehood. She blinked, catching her breath, and then chuckled.

"I have seven." She replied, much to my confusion. "Colt toys really, nothing to compare with you, Master. Should I get rid of them?" I thought for a moment. Giving them all a text saying 'sorry, you ain't it' all at once may be suspicious, but then again, so would a dispersed sending of the same. If she had found 'the one' wouldn't it mean she'd be quick to drop her colt toys? I made up my mind after considering this for a moment.

"Yes, text them telling them you're breaking up. Be gentle with them though, don't be too harsh, just let them go and say you are already moving on and that they should to. Not those words, but that sentiment." She nodded, and went over to where she had dropped her pants. Digging out her phone from the bundle of cloth, she began to shoot out texts. I took the time to stand up, move over, and then sit down in one of the chairs that was about the backroom. Berry, like a slutty puppy, crawled over on her hands and knees and looked at my dick from her seductive pose. I, however, had thinking to do.

I had set out to have a quick boobjob, maybe a blowjob, and then skip out, never to see the one mare; and now I had two that were not only mildly infatuated with my person, but were now my slaves. Beyond all this, they were also about half a decade older than me, if not a tad more due to the references to being in college together as if it were some time ago.

Beyond that, the tape recorder was showing itself more of a liability in some ways. It would take anypony's voice, not just mine, and would take even segments of conversation bereft of context as grounds to change everything at the drop of a hat. This certainly meant I would need to be extremely cautious in its use, and likely meant public use of it was a hazard to everypony, this especially since it seemed that once a rerecording was instated, the tape would abide no contradictions.

Each one of my modifications would have to be extremely well constructed, accounting for all-

My train of thought was interrupted when Berry leaned forward and planted a sucking kiss on the tip of my dick, leaving me with another spasm of pleasure. I looked at her, and then at Spry who now sat beside her in the same pose; sitting on top of folded legs that tucked under their ample bottoms, hands set atop said spread legs, framing - in a most sensual way - their glistening sexes. I sighed.

I desperately wanted to spend the rest of my free time fucking these mares, but I had to get to my cousin. Sniffing myself, and realizing how crusty I was, I guessed I also needed to get freshened up. If I just threw on clothes my cousin would suspect me... unless.

I grabbed the tape player and held the mic up, surprised it hadn't broken when it fell from the table to the floor, only to realize that we had likely cushioned it without realizing. Neither of us would've notice the pen mic bouncing off us in the middle of banging. The image of the mic bouncing off Berry's boob as it swayed from my thrusting gave my boner another spurt of energy.

Clicking the record button, I set about an idea to make this work out for me. "The trio then found that the filth from their sexual adventures simply fell away like scabs, removing all dirtiness, foul odors, and leaving them cleaner than before. Inspecting their clothing they found it too was freshened, as if they had just washed them." It was a long shot, but it was worth a try in my opinion.

Suddenly, just as I had said, our sweat, spit, cum, and tears - a story for another time - seemed to dry up and fall off in large scabs. Giving myself a sniff, I didn't smell like roses, but I didn't smell like I had just been banging. I set the tape recorder down and sighed contentedly. If that hadn't worked, I would've had to ask if there was a hose out back, but I was fortunately spared.

"Alright," I began, "let's all get dressed. Spry, when does the shop close?" I asked as I walked over to the heap of my clothes, finding them as clean as I had expected after the recording. I quickly dressed, knowing it'd be at least an hour from when I sent him off that I'd see my cousin.

"Yes, Master." The two mares said, putting on all their duds. Looking at the two, I realized that neither of them had been wearing makeup, as they looked no different. Made sense to a point I supposed. "The shop closes whenever you wish it to, Master." Spry said in a subservient tone. I sighed inwardly. Of course it did, but that didn't help.

"When does it usually close?" I tried again.

"Six in the evening." She replied. That was almost perfect. She could meet me at the hote-. I stopped myself from that thought. The fates, and a tape recorder, had conspired to give me slaves but I didn't, no I wouldn't, use them - at least not flippantly. My hormones didn't make a retort at the moment, though I knew they'd be back in a matter of minutes; an hour or two at most. I was a teen, and I knew it, but I desperately wanted to be more than some mad pervert.

"You'll close shop for the night at the usual time. You'll go home as normal and... if I need you I'll call or text." I looked to Berry. "You'll... do your normal daily thing. Same story as far as the text or call scenarios." They nodded, and without me asking - though I guess I had by a technicality - they jotted down their numbers and passed it off to me. I entered them into my phone and grabbed my player before heading out. Stopping in the back door's door frame, I felt as if I should say something to the two mares who I had done so bad by, but I convinced myself for the time that I could set them back straight to a reasonably normal life. With this vain thought in my head, I headed out, jogging down the street to get to the diner while attempting to not think about all the perverted things I could have Berry and Spry do. Yep, only took a minute or two.