JULIA
After our discussion, Scott took a shower and went to sleep. I lay beside him listening to his relaxed breathing, thinking about Scott's proposed rules. The fact Scott even hinted I might be having sex with someone else shocked hell out of me. When he said it would be my choice, I thought it was some kind of test or trap, trying to determine if I would remain faithful to him. The suggested example he gave me threw me though. Would he really give me a choice between remaining naked in front of my parents and sex with another person? It was a horrid example, and one I hoped would never come true. I really would need to ensure by parents never unexpectedly dropped in.
I suppose it was the worst example he could have given me to test the boundaries of what I'd consider to avoid sex with another man, but he must have other examples that would test my willingness to consider sex with someone else, otherwise, why mention it. If it was my choice, I could always choose the other option, but he knew there might be other options as unbearable to me. Maybe the whole dressing thing was a trap. If I swallowed every morning, I would always have something to wear, even if it was something sexier than normal. Playing games with swallowing his cum might be what gets me in trouble; thinking I'm safe to go nude one day and then a repairman coming over.
It wasn't as if I didn't love sucking Scott's cock. I did. And the flavor of his cum was on the mild side when I'd tasted it; kind of bland, not too salty, maybe a hint of sweet, but the texture is what did me in. Men's cum was slimy, like raw oysters, and I'd never liked slimy. I couldn't stand oysters, nor escargots, which even cooked seemed slimy to me. Cum was on the thick side with a gooey, sticky, clingy quality to it. I didn't mind the cock itself, nor even the pre-cum, but the cum made me get a queasy feeling when it filled my mouth. I tried to avoid it as much as possible. Even getting it on my hands made me want to scrub them. No matter how much I knew he loved it when I swallowed, it was only a few times a year I could actually do it.
It was a sly trick on his part, saying I didn't have to, but having consequences if I didn't. He knew I'd want to avoid it, but I might think the consequences were the worse choice. Even receiving a twenty swat spanking was something I'd truly like to avoid. Slimy or spanking, neither a wonderful choice. How hard would he strike me. Would my bottom be sore for days, hours or minutes?
He was right. I was titillated by my choice of romances. Even the descriptions of the shame, the punishment, the humiliation wasn't enough to deter me from reading them. To be honest, they aroused me, but why. Was it because I secretly wished the same for myself or only because it was happening to someone else, a fictional person who didn't even exist? But to a certain extent, horrible things like the events in my books, happened to real people every day. I was outraged at human trafficking and forced sex in real life, but craved it in my fantasies. Was it a sign of sickness?
Of course, I could always refuse to participate, say I didn't want to risk it, exploring what it would be like being a sex slave. But heavens, even the thoughts flooding my mind as I'd considered his proposal the last few days had dialed up my libido to uncomfortable levels. I was frequently aroused, either masturbating or attacking Scott when he got home from work. As Scott discussed what the rules would be and he'd shown me the various slave positions, my pussy juiced to the point I shoved my panties to the bottom of my clothes hamper so he wouldn't notice how wet they were, the soggy spot my overactive imagination put there. I wanted to cum now, to relieve the itch built up since supper. If it wasn't so late and Scott didn't have to get up so early, I would have jumped his bones before he nodded off. Rather than wake him to take care of my suddenly rampant needs, I furtively slipped my fingers down to my slit and slowly jilled myself off, cumming with a heavy sigh and slick, sex scented fingers.
Showing the list to Lisa the next day, we discussed the meanings of all of the rules, including the hand written changes I'd made as we negotiated.
"Scott said you might be having sex with another person? That doesn't sound like Scott," she said when I showed her the last item I'd scrawled on the list. "He'd make you do that?"
"Not force me into anything. The choice would be mine but it could be a near impossible choice. The example he gave was a surprise visit by my parents while I was his naked slave and remaining naked in front of them, or perhaps choosing to have sex with someone else to avoid that choice."
"And he wouldn't be upset if you made that choice?"
"I wondered the same thing. If maybe this is a test he's giving me. He said he wouldn't hold me responsible because he has ultimate control, but he wants to give me the full sex slave experience, where I have no choice. He says it won't be no choice, but a difficult choice. He seems to trust me. He's never given me little tests to see what I'd do before, but it is confusing. I know how he feels about infidelity. He's made it very clear. I think he is intrigued to see if I'm really into the sex slave experience or it's idle speculation on my part."
"What about you?" Julia asked. "How would you feel if you had sex with someone else?"
"It scares me," I admitted. "I've never wanted to have sex with anyone else, and I don't want to do anything to damage my marriage, but imagining I can be used by anyone in control is very arousing to me. To a certain extent, I'd almost feel better if he told me 'you will have sex with this person', but making complicated choices is worse. Now the ball is in my court and I'll be deciding. I asked him what he expects to get out of this test and he said he expects to fuck me ragged. I almost climaxed on the spot. While he was sleeping last night, I rubbed myself to orgasm I was so wound up."
"So, are you going to do it?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know. I'm still trying to decide. I'm wavering between what I expect to be extremely sexually rewarding and total fear."
"It sounds totally hot to me, but I'm not getting any, so almost everything involving sex is hot to me now."
That night, I talked to Scott some more, naked in bed. I twirled a lock of his hair in my fingers and said, "I'm worried, dear."
"About what, honey?"
"I wonder if you're trying to give me some test regarding my commitment to you and our marriage. If I somehow make the wrong choices, our marriage will be over."
"That's not my intent, Julia. This is not a marital quiz show. I'll be honest with you. It makes me nervous thinking of you with someone else. I believe I'm capable of handling it, acting in a calm, rational and responsible manner if you make a hard choice. But I also realize no one truly knows what they will think or feel or respond to a traumatic occurrence. If I got sick and faced death, I'd like to think I'd face it bravely and with dignity, but until it happens, I don't really know. This is like that. I believe the control is in my hands. To a certain extent, I have control over the choices you face. Because that control lies with me, I should feel better about whatever outcome you choose. I forced the choice on you. If you were sleeping around on your own volition, I would be deeply hurt. If I've created the possibility myself, I believe it won't be as damaging to me personally and our relationship.
"What I'm trying to do is let you realize if the reality would match your fantasies. The fantasy requires a more fluid relationship than marriage does. It's not as if I'm going to say, 'sleep with that guy', 'now sleep with that one', and 'now that one'. I don't want to farm you out like a prostitute and I intend to primarily make use of you myself. But I must admit if I want to give you an authentic experience, you are subject to having sex with others. I want to let you know what it's like to be displayed naked before other people, to be sold, to have all control removed from you. It is what you're imagining when you read those books."
"So you don't believe it will alter our normal relationship, but you're not totally positive it wouldn't."
"Yes. You've captured my dilemma in a nutshell. It's why I wavered back and forth on the issue. I don't want to do any damage to our marriage, and I don't believe it will, but it isn't without risks. Perhaps none of the choices you make take that step, but I expect some of them will be extremely challenging. I'm willing to take this risk on behalf of our exploring your fantasy life, if you want to. The question is, do you?"
"Can I say that the thought of it is driving me wild. I'm so horny now, I want to fuck you all the time. At the same time, I'm scared. I'm afraid reality won't match up to the fantasy. Or I'll hurt you if I choose wrong. I never want to hurt you."
I reached down and touched his cock and he was fairly hard, probably aroused by our discussion as well.
He said, "Then it's important we communicate very well with one another during this. We should take a few minutes each day to explore what the other one is feeling and how they're doing and if we're both still all right to continue. Maybe take a little longer each week to see where we stand on everything. It won't be just you with the ability to call an Omega. I'll be able to do so as well."
"You've allayed some of my fears, Scott. Thank you."
"Do you plan on going ahead then."
"I still haven't totally made up my mind, but with our conversation tonight, I'm leaning in that direction. Right now, I just want to have sex. I'm so wet and turned on right now."
"Oooh. Let me check for myself," Scott laughed. His hand slipped down and cupped my mound. "You're not kidding. I don't know if I've ever felt you so wet."
"Enter me now. Fuck me, Scott. I'll cum in a heartbeat if you do."
He did and I did, moaning for him within seconds of his splitting my folds with his hard shaft. I orgasmed four times before I felt his hot sperm shoot into my belly. If my sex slavery was half again as good as our sex tonight was, I would love it.
SCOTTIt sounded more and more as if Julia would choose to proceed. If she did, I should be prepared. I thought again about what I contemplated, and what pitfalls might be expected. I loved Julia more than anything and never wanted harm to come to her. So, no matter what happened, I needed to ensure she couldn't or wouldn't be hurt. I checked the internet and found a woman who advertised herself as a dominatrix. I contacted her."Hello, Mistress Dark, speaking.""Hi, my name is Scott and my wife and I are considering letting her explore a brief period of sexual slavery.""Do you want me to take over her training?""Uh, no. I want to be her owner/dominant, but not knowing anything about it but what little I've read in popular fiction, I need to learn more so I don't inadvertently do anything which might harm her in any way. I'd like you to give me some pointers before we start, because it looks like she's going to go through with it.""I can help with that. When would you like to start
JULIAAfter supper and listlessly watching TV for a couple hours, I went to bed with my laptop and searched for Mistress Dark on the web. She had a professionally designed web page showing what services she offered. A lot of them were directed towards offering her services to subs without dominants, but she also offered training, and sold products for the well equipped slave owners home. Her website showed photos of many of the furniture products in use, with only the genitals or breasts of the model blacked out. As I looked at some of them, I felt myself get wet again, imagining myself displayed and used like this, uncompromisingly serving a demanding owner. I needed to cum again. I took off my clothes and got a nice six inch vibrator from my nightstand.Turning it on, I slowly slid it into my slick pussy. Oh, heavens to betsy, I needed this. I was thrusting it back and forth in my sheath about three minutes from my first orgasm when I heard the front door open and Scott call out, "H
SCOTTI hadn't heard from Julia all day. It wasn't exactly unusual, but I often received at least a text or two, if not a phone call. She probably went out shopping or something with Lisa. Lisa was home now, though; she waved to me from her front porch, a big grin on her face. I waved back.I liked Lisa. She was good people and a regular member of the guys Thursday night poker game. She was the only woman allowed, because she was a good poker player and could dish it out as good as she got, and didn't mind the mild flirtation and sexual innuendo we frequently tossed her way. She made up the sixth. We never played with less than five and never more than six. Five or six was the perfect number for us. We were scheduled to play at her house this Thursday. My house and hers always had the best snacks to go with the cold beverages. Her house because she was a good cook, and my house because Julia was. The other four regular guys were single. When we needed another due to sickness or other
JULIAI was still in bed at 9:00 the next morning, having blown off spin class, when Lisa called. Who the hell needed aerobics after a night like last night."I couldn't wait any longer. I'm dying of curiosity. Did your plan work?""It worked like a charm," I replied. "You are talking to a very happy and slightly sore woman right now. I'm not horny for the first time in weeks.""Oooh. How many times?" Lisa asked."How many times did I get fucked, or how many times did I cum?""Both. Don't hold back.""Let's see. I got fucked three times with his cock, twice with his fingers, and I orgasmed," mentally counting, "eight, no, nine times.""Nine times. Fuck! I'm coming over. I want all the juicy details.""Oh, it was plenty juicy," I said. "Give me fifteen minutes. You caught me in bed, still sleeping, I was so worn out. Let me brush my teeth, put a robe on and start coffee.""Fifteen, no more. Bye.""Bye." Click.I slipped on my robe, brushed my teeth and had the coffee started before she
SCOTTI left before Julia got up. I left a note for her telling her she could wear her collar for most of the day, but to take it off by four PM and leave it on the kitchen table along with her cuffs. As for clothes, she had to put on older underwear, t-shirt and pants or shorts, nothing new or expensive. She didn't know it yet, but I had some plans for tonight. Oh, she knew I had plans, but not what they were.On my way home, I stopped at the same shop where I'd picked up her collar and cuffs and picked up a set of four glass anal plugs. They were graduated in size from four inches in length and an inch and a quarter in width to six inches by two and a half. I also got an anal vibrator, six by two inches. The box said in addition to beads rotating around the narrow part of the plug at the sphincter, the vibrations extended up through the top to pleasantly stimulate the vagina as well. It might be fun to have her wearing it when I had sex with her, wondering how the vibrations would t
JULIAI silently cursed the name of the man who invented the Slave Trainer and damned him to hell. It could only be a man who'd invented a device to keep a woman on the edge of orgasm without granting her relief. It would be like hooking a man's cock to an automatic milking machine and setting it to run until it had a gallon of cum. After keeping me in a state of arousal for six hours last night, Scott was at it again this morning. It wasn't so bad suffering his cumming in my mouth for the pleasure of my release; the damn thing did a fine job of making me cum when he allowed it to and the orgasms were both powerful and a welcome relief from the constant need.The biggest problem was the time it took Scott to recover afterwards. He didn't turn it off while he recharged and I was left hanging until the next time he was able to orgasm. I could easily be climaxing every ten to fifteen minutes, but he had no hope of keeping up with me that often. It was frustrating waiting for him when all
SCOTTJulia's training with Mistress Dark had gone even better than I might have expected. She'd responded well to all aspects of her training. She could deep throat me now, which she'd never been able to accomplish before, and was regularly swallowing, without showing any of the distaste and dislike she normally exhibited. We were both physically exhausted, being up half the night with her training device in, driving her to distraction, and the orgasms today were draining. We took a nap, my slave snuggled up against me.When we woke, I wanted to play with my slave again, not worry about food, so I ordered a pizza to be delivered. I told Julia she would be answering the door and paying for the pizza, and she would do so dressed as she was now, naked. She shivered when I told her, realizing her slavery would not strictly be conducted in private."Give me the money," Julia said, "so I can get rid of whoever quickly.""No, you misunderstand me, slave. You are to greet them as if you're c
JULIAMaster woke me in the middle of the night to suck his cock. I was able to take all of him. Surprising to me, it was as easy as Mistress Dark made it and I somehow hadn't discovered it on my own. I lovingly suckled him, slowly and gently, rising up his shaft, circling the head with my tongue, searching for the sensitive areas. Lingering when I found them, making him moan in pleasure. Tenderly stroking his cock with my hand as I buried my mouth in his balls and licked and sucked them. I idly wondered if Master would let me shave him so the wiry pubic hairs were replaced by smooth skin.He did not let me finish him in my mouth, instead, turning me over and spearing between my wide spread legs into my moist cunt, filling me, sharing my bottom with the plug in my rectum. It felt so good. I whimpered in the dark, knowing he was preparing me to fuck me in the ass, that eventually, he would own all of his slave, no part of me inviolate, untouched by his cock. I climaxed first, begging h
SCOTTI spent a lot of time at work today thinking about my two slaves, soon to be wife and neighbor again. I thought about Ron and Regina and how they no longer seemed compatible. Ron was definitely a slave, but his wife didn't want to be a dominant. She wanted a husband and Ron might never be a husband again. I knew how much Julia and Lisa enjoyed their slavery. To be honest, I'd enjoyed being their Master. But there were parts of her slavery which I'd suffered through. Not so bad I hadn't found some enjoyment in it, but definitely bad enough I didn't want to keep repeating it every day for the rest of whatever. It was something I wanted to let Julia experience, but not to the point of going past the three weeks we'd agreed on for the experience.Lisa was another matter. She wasn't my wife. If she wanted to fuck other men, it was really none of my business, but she could do it without me. She didn't need my approval to fuck. Or did she? Theoretically, she could fuck like a mink, enj
JULIAWhen Master got up the next morning, two slaves eagerly sucked his knob, earning our clothes and competing for the prize of his cum. It was the last time we'd be doing this unless Master changed his mind about keeping Lisa, at least, as his slave. I understood why Master didn't want to keep sharing his wife with others, and I had other reasons to quit my slavery as well, but Lisa could continue to serve as Master's slave. I surprisingly had no problem with it. Two slaves can become very close when serving a single Master. Once we sucked Master, we didn't stay abed afterwards. We needed to say goodbye to Sarah and Ron, even if Master was leaving for work.Sarah was already up as well, her new slave licking her cunt while she sat on the couch. She looked up when we entered the room, but didn't stop. Mistresses are not ashamed of being serviced by their slaves. She had a well fucked look a slave could recognize.Master had toast and peanut butter and coffee for breakfast. We offere
SCOTTI told Lisa to let them in. I did not have a good feeling about this. They both came in and stood by the door. I asked the slaves to find a seat on the floor and give up the couch to Regina and Ron, but Ron knelt on the floor with the other slaves."How can I help you, Regina?" I asked."I don't think I can do this," Regina said. "I've tried; for three days I tried. I just can't do it.""What is giving you the problem, Regina?" I asked."Ron hasn't gotten a single erection since he got home unless I ordered him to have one," Regina said. "I can be standing in front of him naked and it's like he has a limp noodle. Nothing.""Is that true, Ron?" I asked him."Yes, Master.""Why?""It's the way I was trained, sir. To become erect when told or else not. I was in a cock cage and becoming erect was painful, unless Mistress released me from the cage.""Does he get erect every time you tell him to, Regina?""Yes, of course. But it's not the same. It's like I have no meaning to him as hi
JULIAMaster was up early again. Fortunately, neither Lisa nor myself were so tired as to not respond when he got up. We shared his cock and Lisa was the lucky one to swallow his cum. I remembered how before my slavery started, how reluctant I was to swallow his seed. Now, I envied Lisa when she was the one Master graced with his gift. How quickly things change.Master told us to obey Sarah in all things today as she was in charge. He did not give us permission to cum, saying Sarah would decide if and when a slave could orgasm. Sarah did not have to rise with the sun to service a Master, so she slept in, well relieved by her orgasms last night. As slaves, Lisa and I were both ready to cum again, but today, Sarah was in charge of us and she was asleep, so no relief for us.Since we got so little yoga done yesterday, Lisa and I did yoga again today, for strength and flexibility, intending to swim afterward for cardio. Sarah got up around 9:30, yawning and stretching. She found us out by
SCOTT"I'll take her ass," Sarah said, putting on the strapless. Lisa had to sit this one out, but she calmly took a seat on the couch waiting her turn.I had no trouble putting my cock in Julia's cunt, she was so wet. I thrust a couple times and she was already moaning, close to cumming. I laughed at her readiness. I flopped onto my back, pulling her with me, exposing her back door to Sarah. Sarah spread lube liberally around her ringed muscle, shoving a finger or two into her fundament to open her up for the toy. Practically the moment Sarah started pushing into her, Julia orgasmed, moaning, "Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck my ass."Of course, Sarah did, sliding right up her rectum and I could feel the toy sharing the limited space in Julia's crotch. Sarah turned on the vibration function and we settled in for a nice ride. Thank goodness Lisa had sucked me off as soon as I got home, or I wouldn't last long. Despite never double teaming anyone together before, Sarah and I found a nice rhythm
JULIAWe three slaves almost overslept in the morning. Master got up and was almost out the door before I realized he was leaving. I sucked his cock quickly to earn any clothes we might need for the day.Master laughed at my desperation. "Almost slept the morning away, didn't you, slave?""Yes, Master.""Since you're up, you must finish the bondage furniture before you play with your friends. I will give you permission to cum when the work is done, but not before.""Yes, Master. I love you.""I love you too. More than you know. Take care, slave."I hugged him goodbye. When he was gone, I woke up the other slaves. "Master said we could play when we finish the furniture," I said.They rubbed their eyes. "What time is it?" Lisa asked."Six-thirty," I replied."Do we have time to sleep another hour?""If you want to give up exercise," I said."Isn't fucking enough exercise?" Lisa asked."Not the way we were doing it last night.""Okay, I'm getting up. We can't go to the gym though. Rose d
SCOTTReneé got dressed in the bedroom with me. What modesty existed between Master and slave? It didn't take her long as she hadn't worn much to begin with; Gwen apparently warning her that Masters liked easy access to their slaves. In five minutes we were both ready to go. I had her put her address into the navigation system so I could follow the directions to her apartment."Did you have a good time, Reneé?" I asked."A marvelous time, sir. It's hard for me to comprehend you'd do this for your wife.""It's not totally magnanimous on my part," I said. "I've been able to enjoy myself with others as well. You for instance."Reneé blushed. "Thank you, sir. I'm given to understand this ends in a few days. Is that correct?""Friday. I know Julia is enjoying herself and might like to continue, but I don't think I can keep seeing her with others day after day. Nor her me, for that matter. I'm glad she was honest with me. At some point, continuing with her slavery would end up being destruc
JULIAMaster, Lisa and I all awoke around the same time, around 10:30 after approximately ten hours of sleep. It was feeling Lisa stretching which woke Master and I. We both offered to suck him, but he politely declined, saying his prick needed a break for a few more hours. My pussy probably did too. The Strong twins and Jerry stretched me to my limits.We took our time getting out of bed, snuggling a little, kissing a little, petting a little, warming up. Taking care of our morning necessaries, we left our bedroom to find Rose and Reneé already up, cleaning up the kitchen. We greeted them warmly, five lovely naked bodies hugging and kissing. Master sent Lisa and I out to work on the pool area, cleaning up after the party. Fortunately, the slaves had cleaned the toys after each use, so all we needed to do was find a storage place for all of them. If my slavery was ending, it was unlikely we'd use them often.Finishing up, we found Master frying up some thick ham steaks before scrambli
SCOTTChen and I led Rose to my bedroom. She was lovely. Mistress Dark had been generous to provide her to us for the next couple days. Despite her predilections towards her own sex, Rose would be a passionate and generous lover. She was well trained at pleasing her dominants, no matter if they were men or women and she'd shown some affection to me before, even today when she asked that I be one of those to use her. We got onto the bed and Rose began sucking my cock. It remained resistant to her charms, already well used this day, so I told her to concentrate on Chen instead, who was already half hard."Is there some trick you have to help you with your erections?" I asked. "I know you've probably cum as many times as I have.""You are asking if I know of any special Chinese secrets to add steel to my cock," Chen said, "like rhinoceros horn, or ginseng or whatever potions inscrutable Eastern magicians have mixed for us.""If you're going to put it that way," I said, "yes. Any tricks o