I started showering her with kisses. Kisses, kisses and kisses all over her face. I kissed her chin, kissed her neck, kissed her nose, kissed her clos...d eyelids, kissed her forehead, kissed at the back of her ear. My hands were caressing her back. She was moaning. Just my kissing was making her moan. I embraced her tight. She raised her hair around and I could now see her face clearly. She was smiling. She said, you know the art of love making. Who taught you all this? I said the nature. She. She went and came back where we sat and resumed our kissing and fondling each other. What was strange was that she still refused to let me touch her pussy which I didn't mind very much. On completion of the two beers we had, I asked her if she will be spending the night or should I drop her somewhere. Her reply was that she would not be there with me if she didn't want to spend the night. I said that's cool and took her by the hand and led her to the bed. I said she must get herself comfortable. I turned them all down. No, I'm not gay, but my ... powers would bind anyone I got intimate with to me. I had plenty of proof of it living with me already.One would think fourteen women would be enough.I got to the entrance of our underground abode and relaxed a bit. My girls didn't mind me using my Charm on them, and I had learned to accept their acceptance of me. It was a twisted arrangement. I was certain they wouldn't have stayed if not bound to me and I couldn't bring myself to let any of. "This is your first night of serious training", Jane said to me while I waslicking. "You must learn to be an obedient and efficient boy toy and to executeand order with perfection and speed. Rule number one is that you never speakuntil spoken to." To be careful I tried to nod in reply. "That brings me to rule number twoslave", Jane continued. "When you are given an order you reply yes mistressso that we know you have heard and understood." "Yes mistress", I replied. "Rule number 3 is that we.