WBDP - Brianna Delivers Pt. 15

Dawn got the food and put some in the microwave, keeping only the Cole slaw, out. She took off the top and stirred it to mix the dressing in, then took a bite.

"Are the movers done, Master?"

"Done and gone. I marked your things and some of our clothes and bathroom item boxes. They know to deliver those as soon as the truck gets to LA so you should have your stuff shortly. It might even be there before we get there as we still have to wait ten days to leave."

"What will you be doing tomorrow, Master?"

"Cleaning the house. Making sure it looks nice for the new owners."

The microwave timer dinged and Dawn took it out. While it cooled, she took off her clothes.

"I suggest you bring a towel and a wet washcloth with you. The stuff is messy."

Dawn did as I suggested, bringing both and laying the towel on the bed before getting the food and bringing it over. She sat crosslegged on the bed and started eating.

"Aren't you going to eat yours, Master?"

"I'm waiting for them to cool down a little. I wouldn't want to burn anything."

"They're not all that hot," Dawn said. "Blow on them a little, they'll be fine, Master."

"For the mouth maybe," I replied. Chantelle giggled. "How did it go at work with your plug in?"

"It was okay, Master. I've started to get used to it. It's a little uncomfortable sitting on hard chairs, but I stand most of the day anyway."

"Did you have to masturbate at all today?"

Dawn reddened in embarrassment. "Twice, Master," she admitted. "I've never done it before. I don't know what came over me."

"Surely, you must have the inkling of an idea why?" I asked. "You're not completely out of touch with your feelings, are you?"

"I don't know, Master. Maybe it's partly the plug in my ass. I'm constantly reminded it's in there."

"Do you feel like you want to cum now, sitting here, eating with us?"

It took about ten seconds for her to answer. "Yes," she confessed. "I want to finish eating so I can cum again."

"Do you often feel that way eating with friends?"

"No. I mean I might meet some cute guy at a party, Master, and imagine fucking him. I may even want to, but I've never felt like I do now."

"So, what's different."

Dawn was silent much longer this time. "I'm a slave," she whispered. "You're not just a friend; you're my Master."

"Would you agree with her assessment, Chantelle?"

"Oui, Monsieur. As a slave, I am at the beck and call of my Mistress, or you, Monsieur, while I am with you. I know I must be available to you at any time, ready to serve you at any moment. My cunt, ass, or mouth ready to be filled as you require. My body is yours. Knowing I must always be ready to serve you, I am always ready for sex. As I am always ready for sex, I want sex. It satisfies my desire to be used. Not being used when the need to do so is on me, I become frustrated and tense. To ease the tension, I desire to cum. It is why being denied my orgasms is such a wicked and effective punishment; worse than the hardest paddling. It goes against my nature and need. You allowed me to cum a little more than an hour ago, and I want to cum again."

"I believe Chantelle is correct, though why it is so is unknown to me. I'm not a psychologist, but I've observed similar behavior and feelings in other submissives. I know many of Brianna's slaves are out of sorts due to the changes occurring at the estate. A number of them have commented on it the last two months. They are accustomed to receiving a certain amount of attention from their Mistress. When they don't receive it, they've become upset and done unusual things. Marcia goes into and out of slavery. Since our experiment started, she's been more orgasmic, a more sexual being, who enjoys sex more. But she's never more so as when she's into her period of slavery. I suspect it might be a function of submission itself. You're surrendering yourself, your body and will to another. You're no longer responsible for it, another is. Your dominant will demand your devotion, your attention, your body, your very orgasms be theirs. They can grant them or withhold them. Since they may take them away, you want to take advantage of every moment they are yours. Very often, an experienced submissive can cum on command, so well trained and finely attuned are they to the dominant. They cannot help it anymore they can stop the sun rising tomorrow."

"So you believe the very act of surrendering myself to Mistress on Saturday, has stimulated my feelings of sexuality and need to cum, Master?"

"There is evidence to support my supposition," I replied. "I haven't seen many people suddenly surrender themselves to slavery. All of Brianna's slaves were slaves before I met them with the exception of you, but the three people who decided to surrender to a dominant, including you, Marcia and one other person, all became hyper sexualized in the surrender. Becoming a sex slave created the desire to have more sex."

"Making me hornier," Dawn mused. "Like wanting to fuck the delivery person yesterday and becoming so aroused just by sucking him, I had a small orgasm. I admit, I've never felt like this before, Master."

"It works for dominants too," I said. "Knowing I have such sex crazed slaves available at a whim, makes me hornier as well. I want to fuck all the time. Much more than I used to, even as a younger person. Except in my case, it's not surrendering my sexuality to another, it's accepting their sexuality as mine to own. As horny as they get, I want to satisfy their craving for sex. Being a man, I don't have the sexual capacity of a woman, which is why I'm happy to share a woman with another woman. They can satisfy the cravings more than I can. I don't even mind using sex toys to satisfy them. It's not a function of a lack of masculinity on my part, it's biology. Given a nights rest, I am confident I can satisfy any woman up to a certain point, but biology will eventually take over. So why not use a toy? That reminds me." I took a bite of my rib. "This seems cool enough now. Lie down and spread your legs, slaves."

Chantelle immediately did as I ordered. Dawn was confused at first, but seeing Chantelle follow my order, she did the same. I took the rib in my hand and rubbed it in Dawn's slit, already wetter than she imagined from the tone and tenor of our conversation. It startled her, but she moaned to feel me slide the warm meat through her pussy. I took a bite while looking her in the eye, and I felt a jolt of her desire flare in her eyes as I did. It left a smear of grease and barbecue sauce on her cunt, which I lapped up with my tongue.

I dipped the next bite in Chantelle, still with a drop of her cum leaking from her cunt. I took another bite, then leaned forward to lick the sauce from her folds. I picked up another rib and looked meaningfully at Dawn. She spread her legs wider and pulled her labia apart, showing me the pink interior of her sheath, glistening. Watching a flood of emotions flash over her face, I rubbed the meat back and forth right at the entrance, then sliding it up over her clit. She spasmed, suddenly overcome with the raw sexuality of it. I took a big bite, followed by a chaser of her cum.

"Fuck, I can't believe you're doing this to me, Master," she gasped. Chantelle leaned over, kissing her, caressing one of her taut nipples, fingering the piercings.

"Would you like to taste yourself, flavored by barbecue sauce and pork?" I asked.

"Why not, Master?" She moaned. "You've already turned me into a slut."

I ran another rib through her juices and fed it to her. She took a bite. "I don't know if it's the absurdity of the situation or if I taste that good, but that was delicious," Dawn said.

"Would you like to see how Chantelle tastes in comparison?" I asked.

"God, yes," she said.

I thoroughly rubbed another rib in Chantelle's cunt and fed it to Dawn.

"Mmm. Just as good, Master.

"I think I should go to the source," I said, smearing some of the barbecue sauce on each of their pussies. "I can't imagine a more pleasant meal." I meticulously licked the sauce from each of them, giving Chantelle an orgasm in the process. Dawn didn't quite release, but she was close again.

I smeared more sauce on both of them. "Now, from each other," I suggested. Both of them dove into the other's cunt and Chantelle finished off what I'd started, giving Dawn another orgasm. When Chantelle had her second, I handed the wet washcloth to Dawn.

"It's not all barbecue sauce you need to wipe off," I laughed. "You might want to finish your meal the old fashioned way if you're still hungry."

"Hungrier than I was before I started eating, Master. Cumming made me hungrier." She handed the washcloth to Chantelle.

"You see how much there is to do when you have two cum hungry slaves to play with."

When she finished eating, I suggested Dawn and Chantelle take a shower.

"You probably have sauce in places too embarrassing to mention. If it dries, I'm sure it will be sticky."

Dawn laughed and taking Chantelle's hand, they walked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower and proceeded to wash away all evidence of the meal. There was still a little of the beans and slaw left, but the ribs were history. Putting the remains of the food in the fridge, I put the dirty towel and washcloth by the tub and poured myself and the others a glass of wine and waited for them to finish, lying on the foot of the bed.

They both came back, laughing and joking with one another and climbed on the bed. I handed them their wine and raised my glass in a toast. "To great sex." "To great sex," they repeated.

"One more thing before we retire," I said. "Have you ever masturbated in front of anyone before, Dawn?"

"No, Master, never."

"You're about to now," I said. "I want you to spread your legs and show me how you masturbated yourself in the store today. I want to watch you cum, but I want you to take your time. Don't cum too fast. If you cum quickly, you'll have to do it again."

Dawn appeared somewhat reluctant to obey, but she eventually acceded to my demand. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs again. I got as close as I could to her without actually interfering in the process, watching her, leaning on my arm.

"Chantelle, when I get hard I want you to suck me off."

"Oui, Monsieur."

Dawn started caressing her left breast with her left hand while her right dipped down to her cunt. I noticed she did a combination of inserting two fingers in her sheath and finger fucking herself, alternating with rubbing the same two fingers on either side of her clit. She'd get her fingers slick in her juices, giving them lubrication to slide against her erect clitoris. Her left hand kept playing with her breast all the time, primarily pulling and tugging on the nipple.

"Are your nipples sensitive, Dawn? Does playing with them help you to cum?"

"Yes, Master," she gasped.

"Is this the way you masturbated in the store today?"

"Yes, Master," Dawn moaned.

I started to get hard and I felt Chantelle surround my cock with her soft lips and wet, slick tongue.

"Were you alone in the store when you masturbated?"

"Yes, Master, to start. A customer walked in during the second time," she whispered.

"Were you in the bathroom?"

"No, Master."

"Not the store?" I asked.

"In the stockroom, Master, by the door to the store, so I could watch for customers," Dawn said, shaking.

"What happened when the customer walked in? Did you stop to wait on him or did you finish first?"

Dawn started cumming, breathless, trembling and shivering.

"I finished first, Master," she gasped, still climaxing.

"Again," I said, "you orgasmed too fast. Masturbate some more." She continued rubbing herself, moaning.

"When you greeted him, did you still have cum on your fingers?"

"No, Master. I wiped them on my skirt."

"Did your fingers still smell of your cunt?"

"I don't know, Master. I suppose. I couldn't wash them. I didn't have time." Her fingers were rubbing faster.

"Do you think he smelled your pussy on his hand after you shook it. Fresh, slutty, slave pussy, fresh from her orgasm?"

"Maybe, Master. I don't know. I didn't think."

"Chantelle, I want to cum in your cunt, not in your mouth. Get on your hands and knees for me." She instantly obeyed, her cunt glistening with her arousal. I slammed into her, making her grunt with pleasure.

"Could you smell yourself, Dawn? Could you smell your cunt? Did the store reek of your arousal the way this room does now?

"Probably, Master. Yes."

"Cum for me, slave."

Dawn let out a deep groan and spasmed, shaking like a leaf as her fingers fluttered like a sewing machine needle.

I pounded Chantelle a dozen times and as she clasped my cock in ecstasy, I flooded her pussy with cum.

"You're going to masturbate again tomorrow, aren't you, Dawn?"

"Yes, Master. I will. I won't be able to help myself."

"It's good to realize who you are, isn't it, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to clean off my cock, then clean Chantelle's cunt."

"Yes, Master."

Pulling out of Chantelle, I presented it to Dawn and she dutifully licked the cum from it. When it was clean, she started licking the releases of myself and Chantelle from her slick pussy.

"I think you're beginning to realize the depth of your slavery and submission, aren't you Dawn?"

She paused her licking momentarily. "Yes, Master," she answered before resuming her duties.

"Remember to shave again tomorrow morning. I want you to keep your cunt smooth."

She nodded, not pausing in her pursuit of every drop of cum. I smiled. Dawn was going to be an excellent slave. She might not last a long time as a lesbian slave, but she would eventually find her Master.

"When you're done, turn out the light. It's time to go to bed, my beauties. Please sleep in the middle again, Chantelle. I may find myself in need of you later."

"Oui, Monsieur."

I drifted off to sleep.

******

There was no particular time we had to be anywhere the following morning except Dawn to work, so I didn't set an alarm, letting myself wake naturally. I opened my eyes around 7:30, wrapped around Chantelle's body. Sleeping next to Chantelle was good for my libido. It wasn't long before I sported serious wood and Chantelle woke up with a stiff one pillowed between her luscious ass cheeks. Never one to let her Master suffer, Chantelle took care of it as any good slave would. With constant practice recently, she was becoming more than proficient in her cock sucking skills. She was easily providing the second best blow jobs I've ever had, without question, and the sight of her dark lips bobbing up and down on my light prick provided a fascinating dichotomy. I felt myself swell in her mouth and I leaned back, closing my eyes as I felt the surge of cum up my stalk.

Dawn woke up as a result of the movement on the bed beside her and the sounds of Chantelle's dedicated slurping and licking as she worked. She watched us for awhile. She saw me thrust my hips of the bed and empty myself into Chantelle's throat. Dawn put her hand on Chantelle's shoulder as she drained my sack.

"What's it like?" Dawn asked Chantelle as she engaged in her light housekeeping duties.

"What's what like?" Chantelle asked when she finished the clean up.

"What's it like when Master cums in your mouth?"

Chantelle and I looked at one another, a significant glance passing between us.

"You've never swallowed a man's cum before?" I asked.

"I've swallowed cum, Master," she said. "You've made me lick you clean sometimes, but I've never swallowed it as it squirts out."

"How do you normally suck cock?" Chantelle asked.

"I normally lick and suck until the man is ready to orgasm, then finish him with my hands until he cums. The first time I ever tasted cum was after doing Master at the beach. I thought he would be the first, but they wanted to baptize me with his cum, so Master sprayed it all over my face. The first time that ever happened, too."

"And the pizza delivery guy the other night?" Chantelle asked.

"I wasn't sure what I should do, so I let him cum all over my face. I imagined if it was good enough for Master, it was good enough for him."

"She's a suck and tugger," I said. "That's going to have to change."

"If Marcia will not allow you to cum in her mouth, Monsieur, I am certain Joe would do so. We shall also need to get more condoms."

"What day were you expecting to share Dawn with Joe?"

"Friday, Monsieur. Dawn is off on Saturday so she could spend the night getting fucked without worrying about being tired the next day. She has to work Sunday and Monday, then she's done for good. Now, I think it should be both Thursday and Friday. We will have to come back early so she can go to work. She still has a lot to learn. I want to enjoy Joe also so I don't want her hogging all his cum and time."

"Have you talked to Joe about bringing a friend? He's taken you to some places requiring tickets. He should be warned you're bringing another woman in case he intends on buying tickets for something."

"No, Monsieur. I shall send him a text immediately. He probably won't see it until he wakes up, but hopefully, it's early enough."

"Have you ever fucked a black man, Dawn?" I asked. "Joe is black."

"Once Master. I wanted to see if it were true black men were larger. I was disappointed."

Chantelle laughed, and said, "Men are men. Some are larger, some smaller, no matter what race one is. A black man's main advantage is experience. They tend to start fucking younger and more often. They are more open to their sexuality."

"What about Asian men? I've heard they are smaller."

"You will have to speak to Riyuki or Jade. I've never fucked an Asian man," Chantelle responded. "I would still think some are larger and some smaller, but I suppose if we're talking average, there might be some difference. Remember, many Asians are shorter, and overall body size may have more to do with average cock size than race. The Chinese basketball player, Yao Ming; I would like to know how big his cock is, though even knowing might not tell me everything. I've seen smaller men with big cocks and bigger men with small cocks."

"We need to get going, Chantelle. You'll have plenty of time to discuss the merits of various cocks on our road trip."

"Oui, Monsieur."

Before we left, I also sent a text; mine to Marcia. I thanked her again for providing Chantelle to me. It was a marvelous gift and very generous of her. I mentioned we'd just discovered Dawn had unexpected gaps in her sexual education, but we intended to have Joe educate her. Chantelle and I had a substantial breakfast at Perkins as we'd be skipping lunch again.

As soon as we got to the house, we stripped off our clothes. That done, I put the oven cleaner cycle on to clean the stove. As it took several hours for it to complete, Chantelle and I started by dusting every surface we could find. With nothing left of furniture, it was mostly blinds, air return, cupboard shelves, countertops and high in the corners of the ceilings. Next came the vacuum, Chantelle starting at one end of the house and moving room to room. I followed behind her with a bucket and mop, washing the floors. My house had all tile floors except of the bedroom closet, so no floor escaped water. I backed myself out of the doors to avoid leaving footprints.

When the floors were done, we had to take a quick fuck break. I've previously discussed how cleaning the house in the nude led to spontaneous sex. Watching Chantelle move around the house, bent over vacuuming while her breasts swayed below her chest should say all you need to know about why a fuck break was necessary. Chantelle was ready to take my cock. She was always ready to accept my cock; slick, tight and silky smooth. I was able to fuck her to two orgasms before I climaxed myself. We took a brief moment to clean each other off so we wouldn't undo the good work we'd already done.