A Taste of Slavery Ch. 26

"What you're saying is, submissiveness could be a disease."

"Maybe not a disease, per se, but a character flaw dominant men are taking advantage of."

"How long have you and Reneé been friends?"

"About three years."

"In those three years, did she strike you as being mentally ill. Any visible signs of it before she became a sex slave?"

"No. None until now."

"You haven't known Lisa or I for as long, but do either of us strike you as mentally deranged or ill?"

"Except for the fact you enjoy being spanked or whipped, no."

"Don't forget, we also enjoy fucking. Lots of fucking. Fucking our Master and each other. Does that make us nymphomaniacs?"

"It's my understanding, nymphomaniacs have uncontrollable urges towards sex. While you both have strong sexual urges, you seem to have control over them. Your fucking isn't indiscriminate. Mostly, it seems confined to your relationship."

"It's actually very controlled, in the sense it's totally under Master's control. Neither of us are allowed to orgasm without permission. So I would agree we're not nympho's, which strikes me as a term men invented to label women who like to fuck as much as they do. Kind of a double standard. So, you're unsure if you should like what you witnessed, slaves being punished and fucked, because society kind of says it's a big no-no."

"Yes."

"And what about yourself on Tuesday. Did you like being punished and made to cum?"

Janet was silent.

"Let me get you some more wine while you think about that."

I stuck out my hand and waited for her to give me her glass. She passed it to me and I went inside and poured another half glass, handing it to her when I returned. I sat down and waited. She drank a third of the glass quickly.

"Be honest, Janet. I'm not asking you to rob a bank. Did you enjoy it when you were punished and made to cum?"

"Yes," she whispered, so quietly I could scarce hear her. "Doesn't that make me as sick as you are?"

"Well, I don't think I'm sick, and I wouldn't even say you're like me quite yet. You witnessed something you'd never seen before. It aroused you and you wanted to see what it was like and you maybe didn't hate it as much as you think you should. Actually, I consider the fact you stayed in a verbally and emotionally abusive relationship with a man for over three years to be the sicker than a physical spanking and some sex with a person you like and trust. My personal opinion and maybe I'm the odd one here. Let's put it aside for the moment. Had you ever had sex with a woman before?"

"Never."

"Do you think lesbians or bisexuals are sick?"

"No. Otherwise I guess I couldn't have been friends with Reneé in the first place."

"So the sex wasn't an unnatural act on your part, only being aroused by witnessing what happened and not hating it so much when it happened to you."

"Unnatural for me because I'd never done it with a woman before, but yes; I agree with your assessment."

"Let's examine the spanking business for a second then. Was being struck, spanked and paddled; was it brutal? Did you fear for your life? Did you think you'd be permanently scarred or even horribly bruised by what happened?"

"Never. I trusted Reneé not to hurt me too badly."

"Which is why she was the perfect person to do it, unlike either of the other slaves, or the men, none of whom you know except marginally and mostly through your trust of Reneé. If anyone else had spanked you, I would think of it as more sick than Reneé doing it because you wouldn't know if you could trust us. We could have, might have, hurt you and you couldn't have known you were safe. That would mean you were more of a masochist who wanted people to give you pain, regardless. And it would have been worse yet if we were total strangers, but you'd already seen two women punished, and not only did they seem to enjoy it more than they should, they were receiving lots of pleasure from the experience, so if they were any indication of what you could expect, you'd receive pleasure too. That's not insane thinking to my mind."

"Isn't it wrong to enjoy pain?"

"Is it wrong to enjoy childbirth? Women have more than one child. Shouldn't the pain of the first have killed their desire to have more? Why continue to have children when it's painful?"

She was silent, thinking. "Because you need to propagate the species."

"If you had one, you propagated your species and your DNA. Your job is over."

"Then because the joy of having children is more than the pain of childbirth."

"I would argue that the pain of Lisa's spanking or whipping yesterday was far below what she might expect in childbirth, and the enjoyment and pleasure she received during and after it, far exceeded any pain she might have felt. The same happened to you. I would argue that you think you should hate it, but didn't because the pain was minimal compared to the pleasure you had."

"Then you think I'm a submissive like you, Lisa and Reneé?"

"I don't know that and neither to do you, yet. You certainly have submissive traits, but enjoying something once is a far cry from wanting something all the time. I know I'm submissive because I love every part of my submission, not just a spanking, or the sex, but being fully responsible for the satisfaction of my Master in whatever way he desires. I don't know if that describes you. You might enjoy some submissive activities without being a sex slave like Lisa or I. Lot's of people do. More than you think. It's not wrong, and I refuse to label it as such. Don't stress your confusion. Don't think you're evil or mentally ill because you enjoyed something."

"How do you justify what you are and what you do?" Janet asked.

"I don't feel I have to justify anything to anyone except Lisa and my Master. They're the only ones I need to please or justify anything to. Even our parents. It's my life, not theirs. If I'm happy and not hurting anyone, how am I so bad? I wish everyone could know the love I feel for them and I feel from them. It's the most marvelous feeling in the world."

"You're a sex slave. Do you feel proud telling other people you're a sex slave?"

"It's not all that I am. I'm an entrepreneur, a wife, soon to be a mother. I'm proud telling the ones I care about. The ones who love me don't care how I describe myself. They only care how I treat them and others and if I'm happy. I don't give a shit what other people think of me." I paused a moment, gathering my thoughts. "Being a sex slave released the slut in me. It's like the slut was there from the beginning and my slavery peeled back the other layers of myself which I used to hide from the world. The real me is visible now, to anyone who wants to see. I revel in my sexuality, my womanhood, my desire to serve my Master. I'm a slave slut and I'll never return to what I was before. I'm my Master's sex slave and all I am is all I want to be. A lover of two beautiful, wonderful people, a mother, a friend to those who deserve my friendship. No matter what label you put on it, I'm not a bad nor evil person."

Janet nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm supposed to go on a date with Chen tomorrow night and I feel guilty because I practically accused him of wanting to turn me into a sex slave like you, then I went ahead and did the stuff on Tuesday night, punished by and having sex with another woman. He's going to think 'What the Fuck!' Assume I'm depraved or something; not even interested in men or him. I like him. I don't want him to think I'm some kind of monster. I feel like I should tell him, but don't want to."

"Dishonesty is a very poor way to start a relationship. Chen was right. We are who we are and we can't expect other people to be who we want them to be. We can only accept them as they are. You should tell him. Right now, it doesn't mean that much. It's not like you were in a committed relationship. You'd been exposed to his weird friends who think this sex slavery shit is okay. You were curious what it was like and you tried a few things with a girlfriend you trusted. It doesn't mean you don't like men, or him, or you want to be with girls now or even that you're a sick, twisted sex slave like we are. As far as I can tell, most men don't care as much about you having sex with other women as much as other men. In my experience, those of my Master's acquaintance all thought it was pretty hot watching two women have sex, including Chen. His primary regret might be not having witnessed it himself. If he can't accept this part of yourself you're revealing to him, isn't it best to know right from the start?"

"But it may not even be me."

"Still, you were curious about it, so it's a little bit you. He participated in group sex with a bunch of people on Memorial Day, including me. You were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and go out with him. Shouldn't he be allowed the same benefit of the doubt about you?"

"What if he doesn't want to give me the benefit of the doubt?"

"I don't believe that's Chen, but if he doesn't; screw him. He's not worth the effort of getting to know him further. I would have a great deal less respect for him than I do now if he won't or can't. You didn't even get naked in front of the other men. Stress the positive aspects of what happened; how it might be easier to accept his friends knowing a little bit about their beliefs and practices. You needed to see what the fuss was all about so you could make an informed decision without judging people."

"Do you think he's being honest if he says he's not interested in my being his sex slave?"

"He hasn't shown exclusively dominant traits. I'd say he was more going along with the crowd for the sex. He may not be interested in turning you into a sex slave, but he might not reject it should you choose to be one. On the other hand, he may not want to be a dominant, and not desire a true submissive, but it doesn't mean he's automatically going to reject any submissive traits you exhibit. These are things you need to work out with each other. My having an opinion on it one way or the other, means nothing to anyone. My advice is to tell him and let the chips fall where they may. In any event, you'll always have friends in Lisa and I. We like you."

Janet laughed. "I guess that's something. I'll be able to keep my workout buddies. I suppose I should tell you I won't be working out tomorrow unless I tell him and he throws me out."

"I doubt it will happen and in the event it doesn't, dancing is good exercise. I have it on good authority, so is kissing and fucking, so good luck on your weight loss program." I raised my glass. "To workout buddies."

She smiled and raised hers. "To workout buddies, whoever they are."

Master and Lisa arrived soon after. I was surprised it was so late. We'd talked a lot about what happened. Hopefully, she was a lot less confused about her feelings and felt better about what happened than she had before. She hugged both Lisa and I before she left and shook Master's hand.

"You have very beautiful and intelligent slaves. You're a lucky man."

Master smiled at her. "Don't I know it."

Unfortunately, it was late when she left, but not so late, Master didn't fuck his slaves thoroughly before going to sleep. He let Lisa and I pleasure one another twice more. Fuck I needed it, horny slave slut that I was.

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