A Taste of Slavery Ch. 15

"I asked Gwen the same thing, she says not. She said she deliberately told him what was going on to see if she could jolt him into counseling or at least loosen his restrictions on sex toys. He said he wanted to observe his wife being sold and fucked."

"That is some weird, fucked up shit," Sarah said. "Why?"

"I don't know," Master replied. "You can ask him yourself when you see him on Monday."

"If he doesn't mow us all down with a machine gun, you mean," Sarah said.

"Do you think it's a good idea, Master?" I asked.

"Gwen said he would be okay and not cause any trouble; doesn't even own a gun. She's not even sure if he knows how to use one."

"It's pretty easy, Master," Lisa said. "Point and pull a trigger. Why would he want to come here and see that?"

"I don't know," Master replied. "Why are Julia's parents in an open marriage? Why are Lisa's swingers? Why would I offer my wife a three week excursion into sex slavery? Why would Julia invite Lisa to join us in said extravaganza? I know why I did it, and why Julia originally accepted, but it is weird shit, as Sarah just said. Maybe he thinks it will help him with his erection issues, maybe he wants to see how much his wife needs this? I don't have a fucking clue, really."

"But Gwen thinks it's safe for him to come?" I asked.

"Yeah. She says she won't bring him here if he's not on his best behavior. She'll just send Reneé in her place. He doesn't know where we live."

"She is pretty level headed," Lisa said.

"For someone who is offering her ass, cunt, and mouth to be sold to total fucking strangers you mean? That kind of level headed?" Sarah pointed out.

"She's a department head at a major department store," Master said. "She's not a complete bimbo. Remember, Sarah, you're buying into this same shit too, at least one end of it. You intend to whip my wife's tits and cunt. Are you suddenly insane or were you always this way?"

Sarah sat down on the couch suddenly, like her legs gave out. "Jesus. You're right. I've either always been like this or I've suddenly short circuited some wires. I'm sitting naked in a house with two naked sex slaves, their naked Master, none of whom I knew before yesterday. I've had my cunt licked by two women, licked one of my own...Don't give me that look, Mr. Rivers. I'm sure you guessed I guzzled your slave's cum. I've spanked her, paddled her and planned on whipping her fucking tits! What the fuck's wrong with me?"

I sat down beside her and put my arm around her. "Mistress, might I just say I don't believe there's anything wrong with you, any more than there's anything wrong with me." I kissed her softly on the lips. "I think society as a whole does a great job of forcing us all into these little square pigeonholes. The trouble is; some of us are round, some triangular. We don't all fit in square holes. You don't think it's wrong for lesbians or gays to marry do you?"

"No, not really. I suppose I'm enlightened enough to believe you are what Mother Nature made you and you should be able to live your life to the fullest."

"People like me, Mistress, for whatever reason, find desire and fulfillment in their slavery. Was I born this way? Was there some quirk in the way I was raised? I don't know; but when I read books about this life, I felt drawn to it. Master recognized this in me and he offered me a chance to experience it and I discovered I like this life. No! Not just like, I love my life at this moment. I've found myself. For whatever reason, I was made for this. As long as I'm happy and don't hurt anyone or try to change the way they think and believe and feel, why can't I live my life as I choose. I'm not upset I had to lick your cunt. I'm not upset you want to whip my tits. It's part of my slavery. Accept you have some dominant in you that wants to come out. As long as you find someone like me to live your life with, you're not hurting anyone. Find the hole you fit in, don't try to fit in someone else's. I earned my punishment. Don't deny it to me because you think it's wrong."

"So, you don't care if I want to whip your breasts?" Sarah asked.

"Not really, Mistress. Will it hurt? I assume so. It's hurt when it's been done in the past. Do you intend to strike me so hard, I'll bleed, or you'll scar me? To have me on the ground begging for mercy?"

"No," Sarah admitted. "It's mostly curiosity about what it would be like."

"Nor would my Master allow it even if you wished to do it. I trust him, though I trust you also. You told me last night what you wanted to do, that you wanted to see me punished. Did I run screaming from your room? Disobedient slaves are punished. I climaxed without permission. I know the punishment. I am a needy sex slave. I cum often and I cum easily. I believe my slavery is part of why I'm so aroused all the time, Mistress. The tension, the anticipation, the not knowing what the day will bring. Will Master tell me to fuck the delivery man or not? Will I be given to a female guest or not?" I kissed her again and stroked her pussy and she parted her legs for me and moaned. "When I'm sold on Monday, who will buy me and what will they do to me? Will I cum and will I have permission to do so? Will I earn punishment today? All those things are unknown to me. The one thing I know for sure is I will have some of the most glorious orgasms of my life and it will all be worth it. I want you to whip me and then order me to eat you out, to lick your cunt, because I'm a sex slave and it's what I crave. To serve you or my Master, or whoever owns me for the night or the hour or the next ten minutes. It's my purpose, and how many people have found their purpose in life?"

"My dear little slave," Master said, "that's a very impassioned speech for your slavery."

"And described beautifully how I feel," Lisa said. "It's exactly what I've felt the past nine days."

"Thank you, Master. I've thought about it a lot. And Mistress, I understand the curiosity of wanting to know what it would be like. This whole thing started because I had curiosity about what it would be like to be a slave, to serve hard Masters, to be used in any way they desired, to be punished if I weren't the perfect slut. I was curious about my end of the spectrum. You're curious about the other end. You can't have a slave like me without a Master or a Mistress. My life doesn't exist without yours. If you want to experience my end of the lash, I'm sure Master would be happy to show you. Even Lisa was trained to punish me. But I don't begrudge your desire to experience your end of the lash either, so whip away." I kissed her again. "Master, hang me on the cross."

I stood up and moved to him, crossing my arms before me, offering for him to take me, to bind me, a slave offered to her Master. He kissed me and caressed me and holding my crossed wrists led me to the cross. He fastened first one wrist then the other. He knelt down and secured my ankles, my legs spread apart, my cunt wet and puffy with need. He pushed two fingers into me, making me gasp, then stealing my air when he kissed me. He walked over to Sarah and handed her the whip.

"Remember, you'll be striking some of the most tender parts of her body," Master said. "I love her greatly and don't want harm to come to her. You may strike her legs and belly as you did her back and legs before, but about half that hard on her breast and mons. Move the whip around. Do you understand?"

"I do, sir," Sarah answered.

"She's all yours."

"You're a strange woman, Julia Rivers," Sarah said, drawing near.

"I'm a slave, Mistress, and older and wiser than you," I replied.

"I'm going to touch you slave. If you need to cum, cum," Sarah whispered to me.

"Thank you, Mistress," I whispered back, then she kissed me and shoved three fingers in my needy cunt and I climaxed, pulsing hard around her fingers and moaning like the pathetic little slave I was.

For a minute or more, I shivered on her fingers, inundating them with my cum. When I was finished, she pulled them out and fed them to me, allowing me to taste myself, cleaning her slimy fingers. Then she stepped back, and swung the whip and stripes appeared on my belly. I whimpered out a "one." Another swing, more stripes, above the others. "Two." Then three, and four and more. I started crying, not hysterical sobbing, but silent tears, recognizing the delicious pain, the stripes marking my breasts, my mons, my legs. My body flinching with each strike, but never losing count and finally it was over.

Then Sarah was kissing me, kissing away my tears, stroking my face.

"You're so brave, my fine slave. I don't think I could be so brave as you."

"Thank you, Mistress, for whipping me. For recognizing me for what I am."

Sarah smiled, then dropped to her knees and licked me, my liquid center, in front of Master and Lisa, her hands squeezing my striped breasts and I cried out, "Please let me cum, Mistress."

Her tongue left me long enough to throatily say, "Cum for me, slave. Cum on my tongue." Then diving back into my volcanic core and I orgasmed for her, coating her face with my cum, my chains rattling as I trembled through a powerful climax.

My orgasm over, I lay panting, still shaking, hanging slack on the cross. Mistress released me, first my ankles, letting me stand weakly, then my wrists, then led me to the couch. She sat down, spread her legs and said, "Eat me, slave." Her cunt was wet like mine, aroused. I could smell her arousal, so strong, so potent. I licked up her slit, making her moan.

"Scott" she said, "if you don't come over here and fuck this delicious little slave like the pitiful, beautiful, needful little slave she is, you're not half the man I think you are."

Apparently, Master was all the man she thought he was. I felt him behind me, spreading my legs and spearing into my sodden pussy, owning his slave. I reached behind me and patted his leg twice and he told me to cum and I clasped his cock in my velvet embrace and climaxed again, pathetic slutty little slave that I was. Master had just cum in Lisa's mouth, so he was able to fuck me into four wonderful orgasms before he finally filled my cunt with his seed. Not once during my many climaxes did I lose focus on the cunt in front of me. Sarah climaxed three times, soaking my face.

Master pulled out of me and I could feel our cum running down my leg. Mistress Sarah pulled my face up to hers and licked her cum off me, then kissed me again, letting me taste her some more.

"I don't think I would want to exchange this weekend for anything," she whispered, while looking into my eyes.

"Thank you, Mistress," I said, laying my head down on her leg, smelling her.

******

SCOTT

As surprised as I was when Gwen said she was bringing her husband to our bash, I was even more surprised at the declaration Julia made to Sarah. How much she loved her slavery and knowing in her heart of hearts, she was a slave and had found herself in her slavery. This did not sound like a woman who intended her slavery to end in less than a week. She sounded like she'd found her true calling. How did I feel about that? It had been hard for me to contemplate giving her this experience for three weeks, knowing I would share her with others during that time. How would I feel if it continued past three weeks? As aroused as I might become watching her used by others, there was still the bit of darkness in my soul as she cried out in ecstasy in someone else's arms.

Almost as surprising was Sarah's declaration she'd reciprocated Julia's pleasuring and watching her lap at her folds after whipping her. She struck me as much heterosexual as I was, and I could never picture myself sharing pleasure with another man. I didn't care if gay men existed in the world; it meant more women for the rest of us, but it wasn't an experience I ever pictured for myself. On the other hand, I realized my beautiful slave was a delight to behold, tasted delicious on the tongue, and brought out the dominant in anyone who had a drop of it in them. It appeared obvious to me Sarah had more than a drop. It was not something I'd recognized in her when I met her, but immediately apparent at the springs yesterday when she'd ordered my two slaves to pleasure her.

It was part of the reason I'd invited her, to give my two slaves another Domme to play with. We were all hungry again. It was nearly one. Lisa made sandwiches for all while Julia did a load of laundry, putting the clothes from last nights wash into the dryer.

"Your clothes should be dry in about an hour, Mistress," Julia said upon returning.

"It looks as if I won't need clothes much while I'm here," Sarah said.

"No," Julia agreed. "Only linens and some of Master's things have really filled up the laundry basket for the last two weeks."

When we ate, I fed my slave, whom I hadn't spent much time with the last eighteen hours. As I fed her, I also played with her, giving her another orgasm, whimpering and shaking in my lap. After lunch, we went back to the pool. Julia and I swam laps while Lisa and Sarah sat in the hot tub, pleasuring one another. I was happy to see Sarah had lost some of the boundaries which prevented her from pleasuring my slaves. Around two-thirty, I got a call and I swam to the edge of the pool to take it. Regina King, why was she calling?

"Hello, Regina, what's up?"

"I'd like to ask a very special favor, Scott."

"What is it?"

"You remember Ron agreed to undergo training with Mistress Dark this weekend?"

"Yes, so he could use my slave's mouth."

"Exactly. Mistress Dark said she's discovered some things about my husband and would like to keep him another night to further train him. She asked if she could keep him until noon and bring him back then. I will be at your place by eleven. Would you have any objection to her bringing him round your place at noon?"

"No objection; did she say what she learned about him?"

"She did not, only that it wouldn't negate his ability to fully please me."

That could mean anything, I thought, or nothing. My slave owed Rose two hours of pleasure for convincing her to fuck me. If Mistress Dark was coming over anyway, I might as well invite her and her slaves to join us. The more the merrier.

"I'll tell Mistress Dark to bring him here and invite her to join us," I said. "You can't have too many slaves around to entertain guests. I should tell you that Gwen is bringing another red silk slave she works with, and her husband."

"Her husband? Did I know she was married?"

"I don't think so," I said. "It wasn't discussed at the poker game. I don't know what Lisa and Julia were telling you during their negotiations."

"I remember they said she was a sales clerk, Julia seduced. That boggled my mind enough I may not have heard any more."

"Also, there's another female staying her for a couple days; someone we met on the Pacific Coast Trail yesterday."

"Another slave?"

"She's proven to be more dominant than submissive," I replied.

"Does she play poker?" Regina asked.

"She's on a tight budget for now. I don't think she has the money for a buy in, but I'll ask her."

"Interesting. Thanks a bunch, Scott. I'll see you tomorrow."

"We'll see you tomorrow."

I called Mistress Dark right away. It didn't sound if she had other plans, if she was planning to deliver Ron at noon, but she might make some if she didn't have any.

Rose answered the phone again.

"May I please speak to your Mistress, Rose?"

"Of course, Master Rivers. I'll bring the phone to her. She's currently training someone."

"It's the reason for my call, actually."

"Wait one moment, sir. I'm putting you on hold."

I waited a couple minutes and Mistress Dark took me off hold.

"Hello, Scott. How are you and your slaves doing?"

"Just peachy," I replied. "You may have the opportunity to witness their progress yourself if you're not busy tomorrow."

"I'm training a young man at the moment and need to drop him off tomorrow at noon, but I'd be available after that."

"That's the reason for my call," I said. "His wife just called me. She's one of our friends and will be attending a Memorial Day barbecue at my place tomorrow. You may bring her husband here at eleven, and since you'll be here anyway, why don't you and your slaves join us for a day of food, booze, fun and games."

"Are you talking about my kind of fun and games?"

"In all probability. In addition to Julia and Lisa, I'll have two other red silk slaves here and I have some sexy games planned for after we eat around one. All three sets of parents will be here along with others of my poker friends besides Ron and Regina."

"All your parents will be there? How kinky are you, Scott?"

I laughed. "Not that kinky, which is why it's helpful to have additional slaves here. Also, it's my understanding that Julia owes Rose two hours of pleasure in return for Rose's agreement to fuck me at the club."

"Rose will love to hear she'll get to enjoy Julia's company. I would love to come. We'll be there."

"Might I ask why you needed to keep Ron past this evening? Regina mentioned you discovered something about him."

"Yes. In addition to being a natural submissive, which was in conflict with his manly self-image, he's a bit of a closet queen."

"Ron is gay?" I asked, incredulous.

"Well, let's say bisexual with a masculine bent. He's able to enjoy sex with women, but he's got a male preference. He loves to suck cock and get fucked in the ass. He's a bit of a boy toy."

"Christ! Regina said she was told he would be able to fully please her."

"Oh, he will. Particularly if treated as the submissive slave he is. He'll perform any type of sex Regina wants if she takes control of him. He's become as good at cunt licking as your slaves were, perhaps better since I've had him for longer, but he may be an even better cock sucker. He'll probably serve as a male slave tomorrow in the event anyone wants to try him out. I've pretty much trained him to get erect on command. I don't let him cum often so he can maintain his erection. He should be able to service both men and women tomorrow."

"I wonder if his sexual preferences have anything to do with the problems Regina and he were having in their marriage. It seemed pretty rocky last Thursday."

"It wouldn't surprise me, but I suspect it also had more to do with his self-image being out of sync with his natural inclinations. He felt he needed to be the man of the house when he needed to be Regina's bitch. Of course, Regina might not want a boy bitch, which would be a problem."

"I can't believe this."

"You'll believe it if you let him suck your cock tomorrow. The other male slaves spoke highly of his cock sucking skills."

"I'll pass on that, Mistress Dark. Not my thing, really."

"Okay. He's hoping though. Likes your cock apparently."

"Oooh. Did not need to know that. Kind of creeps me out," I said.

"He's the same lovable goofball he always was. You just have to tell him what to do and he'll respond a whole lot better."

"You should probably say something to Regina before you drop him off here. Might be a bit of a shock."

"I'm scheduled to call her at nine. I'll break the news to her then."

"Right. Good talking to you then," I said.

"Ta-ta. See you tomorrow," Mistress Dark signed off.

"Julia, Lisa, I need you to do something for me," I called out.

Julia swam to the edge of the pool and Lisa got out of the spa and joined me. Sarah got out as well so she could hear what was going on.

"I'm going to need my slaves to get more food. What the others bought is not going to be enough. In addition to Gwen bringing Reneé and her husband, which we probably could have handled, Mistress Dark is coming with Rose and Slut."