I explained.I explained. "And how will we decide that?", Mark asked. "I've invented a little electronic device that I think may prove helpful with that," I said. "I call it a slut meter, and it measures the strength of a slut's orgasms. At one point in the day we will connect Monica to the slut meter and allow you and Jack to see which of you can provide our little slave with the strongest orgasm. The winner of that contest will have her in his bed tonight." "Where did you ever come up with an idea for such a thing as that?", Tony asked. I smiled proudly as I explained. "Several years ago I was invited to a party by a friend who lived in California. This friend was a Doctor who was doing research on the muscles and their response to different kinds of stimuli. He showed me the device that he used and the way that he attached it to lab animals. It was really a rather simple device, mainly a series of electronic leads with sensors which attached to different parts of the animal's body and a meter which registered the movement which those muscles made. It was only after I met Monica that I began to get the idea for using such a device in measuring her orgasms. She isn't aware that I have such a thing, but she will soon know." "Its a bit early for that though," I said. "We have some other things to do before we get started on that portion of the days activities. Are you guys too worn out from yesterday for more sex now, or are you still as randy as ever?" "Seeing Monica in that black garter belt this morning is all I needed to make me ready for more sex," sighed Jack. "Me too!",echoed the other two men almost simultaneously. "Good! I know Monica would be disappointed if we spent too much time today ignoring her. She's having a wonderful time." Calling Monica in from the kitchen, I motioned for her to sit in the straight backed chair I had positioned in the front of the room and stood behind her as I spoke to my friends. |