A Taste of Slavery Ch. 11

With Lisa not playing poker anymore to serve as sex slave, another player is needed, but he's married and his wife needs to be convinced to let him play. Plus Jerry is rewarded for working extra hard so Scott can have time off with his slaves. Then, there's the delivery guy. Anyway, you can find out what goes on by reading this chapter. It contains, oral and anal sex, lesbian sex, sex with strangers, bondage, spanking, and interracial sex. If you find these things offensive, don't read further. In this particular fantasy world, sexually transmitted diseases are not an issue.

A Taste of Slavery, Ch 11 - Week Two, Part Two

JULIA

When Master got up for work, Lisa and I both took turns sucking him, playing Russian roulette with his cum. I won, Master cumming while it was my turn to suck. Like the well trained slave I was, I swallowed every drop. I wondered how I could have been so reluctant to swallow before, it seemed so normal now. If we were going to exercise classes again, we needed to get up too, so Lisa made breakfast for all of us upon my promise to clean up afterward. Master didn't have time to feed either of us, so everyone fed themselves. Master left and Lisa went next door to get her exercise clothes while I cleared the kitchen.

Lisa and I had exercised together for years, so we usually drove together. The only difference now is we'd be returning to the same house. Monday, Wednesday and Friday, we did an aerobic exercise first, followed by weight training. Monday was kickboxing followed by arms and shoulders. Wednesday was Zumba followed by legs, Friday was spin class followed by abs and back. Tuesday and Thursday, we usually did Yoga followed by laps in the pool. We'd both taken enough yoga classes to do the yoga workouts on our own, but I guessed we'd be doing them together now, and probably naked. We weren't allowed our yoga clothes at home, and wearing any other clothes we'd earned would only get them smelly and sweaty. Same for swimming laps. No swimsuits, so naked it would be.

The worker bee at the front desk who gave us our towels commented on my lack of attendance last week.

"I was very busy last week," I replied. "My husband was taking a brief staycation and we were doing a lot of things together." Left unsaid was my serving him as a sex slave all week long. I hadn't needed much exercise.

"I hope you had a good time."

"I had a wonderful time," I said. Also left unsaid was the number of times I'd cum during the week. I didn't keep track.

"Welcome back. Have a wonderful day," she said.

In my kickboxing class, we didn't spar, just kicked heavy begs. When we finished, it was our legs feeling heavy, not the bags, which is why we worked arms and shoulders afterward. Changing in the locker room, no one commented on our lack of underwear, which somewhat surprised me. Most of the women were curious and always chatting and asking questions of one another. The social aspects were something we both enjoyed. I guess talking about why you were running around without panties and a bra was not a subject for normal conversation. The same when we showered and left afterward. Not a peep was said, though more than a few looked. Normally, we arrived and left in our exercise gear. Today we weren't and no one commented upon the sexiness of our street attire either, although we gathered a fair share of looks as we dressed. At least we didn't have to answer any questions which might have resulted in us admitting we were sex slaves.

At home, I left my outfit on; Lisa remained naked. I made lunch, Lisa cleaned up. At two, the Lowe's delivery truck driver came to the door. I answered it, Lisa went to the bedroom. I could tell he liked what Master allowed me to wear. The skirt was short and the top was tight, showing my hard nipples. I opened the garage door and signed for the delivery, getting one last lingering look before he left. After the garage door was closed, I removed my clothes.

"Lisa, I'm going to clear out my underwear drawer for the time being so you have a place to put your things. Neither of us is wearing underwear now, so I might as well put it all away. I'll make some space in the closet for anything which needs to be hung up."

"Thank you. I didn't really think about how I'd be moving in here when I asked to serve as a slave. I don't need much space for clothes, but I'd like to have some place to put what little I'm allowed to wear."

"If there is anything else I can do to make your stay more pleasant, don't hesitate to ask."

"Julia, I want to thank you again for what you're doing. This is the first time I've really been alone with you since this started. Your generosity of spirit and willingness to allow me a part in this is beyond all expectations. I can never thank you enough."

She kissed me, and it was the first time we'd ever kissed where it was more than a casual hello or goodbye. Her lips parted and so did mine. We kissed as lovers kiss. Soft and tender, then hard and demanding. We broke the kiss breathlessly.

"Will our relationship ever be the same as it once was?" I asked, panting.

"I don't think it can remain strictly the same," Lisa said. "How could it, really, having shared what we have? But I think we'll be closer, not farther apart."

"We'd best not go any farther. I will want to cum."

"Me too," Lisa said. "Show me what drawer you want me to have and I'll start putting my things away."

Master got home at 3:30 and found us putting Lisa's things away. We'd done her drawer and were working on the closet space. He took note of the changes we were making, stripped and showered.

When he came out of the bathroom, I knew one of us was going to be fucked; his cock was hard and ready. The only question was which one of us would it be. Lisa was fresh meat, new and different. Master had been fucking me for ten years and might be bored with me. Master told me to get on the bed and my heart fell. He was going to fuck Lisa again.

When I did the same as last night, he said, "No. I want your cunt here on the edge of the bed."

I moved to the edge of the bed and he attached ropes to my cuffs and hooked the ropes to two of the hooks he'd installed in the ceiling and pulled them until my legs were pulled into a big V with my feet up in the air. Our bed sat high enough, he could fuck me while standing beside the bed. He told Lisa to get on top of me and get me wet and I was to do the same for her. He said both of us could cum all we wanted again without permission. I didn't require anyone or anything to get me wet. I was ready to fuck nearly all the time anymore. Nevertheless, I welcomed her tongue and mouth on my cunt, and by her moaning, I knew she appreciated mine the same. Once again, Master let us reach an orgasm before acting. He pushed into my cunt, filling me up and I gasped.

"Lisa, every time I pull out of Julia's cunt, open your mouth so I can put my cock in it. I heard her reply, "Yes, Master," before her tongue returned to my dewy folds. Oh, fuck, it felt so good, having my Master fuck my needy pussy while Lisa licked me. I climaxed again, almost asking for permission to cum before remembering I had no restrictions tonight. After a few minutes, he pulled out of me and Lisa's mouth left me to take Master's cock, cleaning our cum off before he thrust into me again. Back and forth he want, three or four minutes in me, thirty to sixty seconds in her mouth before returning to me. I climaxed three more times before Master buried himself to the hilt and I felt him pulsing in my cunt. When he was done, he told Lisa to clean me up, and I felt her licking all the collected cum leaking from my pussy.

Master let me clean our cum from his cock after releasing my legs.

"I'm thinking of ordering Thai food tonight," Master said. "One of you will have to tip the driver, if you know what I mean."

"We could flip a coin," I said.

"Or, Master could just choose," Lisa said.

"I could choose, but I like the randomness of a coin toss. However, we won't toss the coin until just before he arrives, so you may both contemplate what you intend to do to seduce whoever comes through the door."

"Seduce?" I asked. "Does that mean we're to have sex with them as opposed to just letting them see our bodies as they get paid?"

"I think they should get a choice," Master said; "a ten dollar tip or whichever part of you they want to use, mouth, cunt or ass."

I could not imagine any male turning down an orgasm with a female to take a ten dollar tip. Was Master going to let me perform as red silk like Lisa. Thus far, other than letting the one young man finger me, I'd only been white silk for men. Of course, it could be Lisa who chance favored and it would be her serving as red silk. She was going to be red silk at the poker game. I imagined I would be white. It would seem strange to have another man fucking me while Master watched? If the delivery driver was a woman, would she want sex or money? I would think a woman would be more shy about her body and more reluctant to expose it for sex. Or would Master allow us privacy to play with a girl? He was leaving a lot up in the air. He was right. Both our imaginations were going to be running wild while we waited.

Master put in an order for our food. "About forty-five minutes for delivery? Great. We'll be expecting it then." He hung up.

"Girls, go get your new harnesses you wore at the BDSM club."

We got up and went into the bedroom for the harness. We put it around our neck and over our backs, returning when it was done. Master hooked our wrist cuffs to the lowest ring in the back. We sat on the sofa somewhat uncomfortably while he made another phone call. While he was calling, he idly played with the breasts of his two slaves, thrust out by the harness. As if the thought of possibly serving the driver weren't bad enough. My nipples grew so hard, they ached.

"Hello, Regina. How are you? Great. Is Ron there. Can I speak to him please?"

"Hi, Ron. This is Scott. Yes. Lisa isn't going to be able to play poker this Thursday. She'll be occupied with other things. Can you play in her stead? Terrific. See you on Thursday."

Ron King was the other player who sometimes played Thursday night. Regina was his wife. Which raised a problem in my mind. The rest of the players were all single. I doubted Regina would be happy her husband would be bidding on his use of naked slave girls. I mentioned my thoughts to my Master.

"The thought occurred to me as well," he said. "Which is why you must invite Regina tomorrow and tell her what's going to happen. You must use whatever means you can to convince her it's okay for Ron to participate. I'm sure you can be very persuasive."

"Persuasive enough to convince a wife to let her husband get blow jobs from other women and perhaps fuck one of them. That's a tall order, Master," Lisa said.

"It is, but I have every expectation you can convince her she won't regret it."

By which I suspected he intended us to promise her sex in some way, shape or form. What's good for the gander, etc, etc. About ten minutes before our food was due to arrive, Master put on a robe and got a coin. One of us was going to end up fucking a total stranger.

"You call it, Julia."

"Tails, sir." Which one of us would be surrendering our tail? He flipped the coin and let it fall to the floor. Everyone was looking at it. Heads!

"Heads it is. Make sure our delivery person is well treated, Lisa."

"Yes, Master."

I didn't know if I was happy or disappointed. On the one hand, I wouldn't have to fuck someone else and possibly hurt Master. On the other hand, I wouldn't get to fuck someone else. So far, only Master had totally been with anyone else, Lisa and Rose. Still, he'd let fate decide, so he wasn't trying to prevent someone else from using me.

At the appointed time, our food arrived, our doorbell rang. Master gave Lisa ten dollars which she had to hold behind her back. She had a difficult time opening the door, but Master left her alone to figure it out himself. He pulled me into his lap and began caressing my sex, causing me to moan just as the door opened. Lisa was standing at the door with her arms bound back, thrusting her tits out. She couldn't take the food, which is just as well. The young man located at the door was standing there with his mouth agape. He looked to be of college age and he was built.

"Could you please set the food on the entry table," Lisa said.

He didn't move for ten to fifteen seconds, still staring. Master made me moan again and he finally looked at something other than Lisa, another naked slave girl being intimately caressed on her Master's lap. Lisa repeated herself, and he finally set the food down. Lisa turned backward and waved her fingers with the ten dollar bill in it.

"This is your tip, though my Master suggested you might want a different type of tip."

He was staring at her ass now and Lisa has a nice, well toned ass. "What kind of tip?" He finally asked. From what I could see, he had a nice cock. It looked very hard at the moment, though I was only guessing from the size of the lump in his pants.

"Instead of this ten, perhaps you'd like to make use of a naked slave girl?"

"Slave?" He asked; something finally penetrating beyond her nudity.

"Yes, sir. It is voluntary on my part. I'm not being held against my will or being coerced in any way. I choose to serve the gentleman on the couch with his other slave. Her slavery is also voluntary. They're married. As part of my slavery, Master may offer me to others, which they can choose to accept or not, as it suits them. He's offering my use to you, should you choose."

"Your use how?"

"Use my mouth or my cunt or my ass, sir."

"I can fuck you?" I knew it was a difficult concept to grasp, having naked slave girls offered to you, but why he wasn't already pounding her was beyond me. She was standing there naked, waiting to be taken.

"Yes, sir, if you wish."

"Really?" He asked Master, still amazed he was being offered this beautiful woman to fuck.

"Yes," Master said, "and if you make her cum, you can keep the ten anyway." An incentive to use something other than her mouth. "Lisa, why don't you release his cock. He looks uncomfortable."

Lisa couldn't use her hands, so she turned, knelt, and began pulling his zipper down with her teeth. Finally convinced this wasn't some elaborate practical joke, he finished the job for her and pulled his cock out. Watching it spring forth made me horny as hell and I asked Master for permission to cum on his fingers. He granted permission and I thrust my cunt against his fingers, whimpering like the needy slave girl I was. Lisa was finally sucking the delivery man's cock and it filled her mouth to the point she was actually struggling with it. Since she could suck Master easily, this gave me a clue as to his size.

"Sex position," Master said, "and give him his choice of holes."

Lisa couldn't raise her arms, but she turned, put her head on the floor and raised her bottom. He took the hint and plunged into her cunt. Lisa squealed in pleasure, pushing back against him, packing herself with his schlong. He was young and randy and ready and he pounded her hard, slapping against her ass, the sounds loud in the room. Lisa was loving it. I know she climaxed at least twice before the young man grunted and from the length of time he remained plastered to her ass, I suspected a huge load of cum was deposited in her pussy. This was further confirmed when he pulled out and thick white gobs leaked from her.

"It sounded to me as if you earned the ten dollar tip anyway, young man. Is that right, slave?" Master asked.

"Yes, Master. He earned every penny," Lisa said.

The young man stood up and tucked himself away.

"That was great, man, but I got to say, you people are crazy."

"You're not the first to tell us that," Master laughed.

"Am I the first to ever do this?"

"The first to go this far," Master admitted. "This one has answered the door naked before," he said, palming my breasts.

"I hate to fuck and run," he said, "but they're going to wonder what happened to me." He checked his watch. "I should call them or they might have the cops looking for an accident. How long have you done this and how long will it continue?"

"My wife agreed to be my sex slave for three weeks," Master said. "We're ten days in. Lisa just started. They're both stopping at the same time."

"If you want to order more Thai; ask for me by name would you? Marcus."

"We'll keep you in mind," Master said. "Lisa certainly enjoyed your company."

He shook his head in amazement as he left, dialing the restaurant.

"Lisa, you might want to wipe yourself before you sit down to supper," Master suggested. She was still leaking profusely from the huge deposit Marcus made.

"You'll need to release me from the halter, sir."

"I suppose. I'll be feeding my other slave tonight. You'll have to feed yourself. Come here."

Master released her and got the food, bringing it to the table. He opened up all the packages and sat down with me in his lap. Lisa joined us after freshening up.

"I'm going to have Jerry over for dinner tomorrow night," Master said. "I'm going to give one of you to him to enjoy along with his dinner to thank him for his help at work."

"Which one of us, sir?" I asked.

"Whichever one of you he wants," Master said. "It will be his choice."

"White silk or red silk, Master?"

"Lisa's already agreed she wants to be red silk for her slavery. What do you want to be, slave?"

Was this a test? Was Master checking to see if I wanted to fuck his friends. He said the choice was up to me. I could have ended up pleasuring Marcus, if I'd called heads. Would Master have had me assume the sex position and let Marcus pick a hole, or would he let me continue sucking his prick? I didn't know what to do, so I went with the safe option.

"White silk, Master."

"Are you sure, slave?"

"Yes, sir. White silk."

So, I sat on Master's lap and he fed me, often pausing to lick my breasts and kiss me, or run his hands over me, constantly keeping me on edge, though it required very little to do so. Watching Lisa fucked by Marcus had gotten my engine purring pretty good. Lisa was humming softly to herself as she ate. Master's slaves were both very happy in their slavery. Serving Master well was very freeing. Of course, I needed to cum by the time I was done feeding, and begged Master to fuck me.

"What about Lisa?" Master asked.

"Lisa just had Marcus, Master. It's been longer for me."

"You've had your Master more recently. I've yet to fuck Lisa tonight."

Of course, his logic was unassailable. He had used me more recently than Lisa. By his measure, she would be next. It was only by luck of the coin toss I wasn't fucked twice in a row but now she might be.

"We could flip a coin, Master," I suggested. "She only won Marcus on a coin toss. At least we'd have an equal chance to win you."

"Lisa, you have a voice in this. It is your turn. What do you want to do?"

Lisa looked at me. She must have seen the need in my eyes.

"I'll agree to another coin flip, provided my Master fucks the other one next regardless of when or where or any intervening events."

"It's your turn to call it," Master said, pulling out his coin, "heads or tails?"

"Tails, sir," Lisa called.

Master flipped the coin and it rose in the air, flashing, and fell to the floor. Tails. Crap. My head fell.

"When have I ever failed to take care of one of my slaves when I was with the other?" Master asked, lifting my chin.

I searched my memory. I couldn't remember a time where he didn't find some way to make us both cum, whether from himself or the other slave. Master had been very good in that way. Neither of us felt neglected when he was fucking the other.